I heard a phrase in a song recently
That went something along these lines
America is great because we
Can all say what's on our minds
I nodded my head with the crowd
My heart nearly bursting with pride
But soon a soft voice became very loud
That voice I have deep inside
I'm not free to speak my mind
When my thoughts go against the grain
If I dare to speak out I often find
I'm treated with contempt and disdain
There's so much I'm not allowed to say
Like Picasso couldn't paint very well
Or that it's not a choice to be gay
Or that there is no such thing as Hell
Or that women should be able to choose
To have an abortion, we've no right to judge
Or that the way we sneer and abuse
Is the reason Bin Laden holds a grudge
Or that our government is wrong
Or football players are overpaid
Or that I like looking at women in thongs
Or the bed we sleep in is one we made
No, I think the truth of the matter
Is that America once was truly great
But amid the incessant cash register clatter
We've lost our vision along the way |
