Land of the free and home of the brave,

But yet they guide us to our grave,

When, how and why did we go wrong?

Is it always darkest before the dawn?

Ask a million times, and get different answers,

Yet still we’re infected like a body with cancer,

By hook and by crook, it’s the same old song,

Is it always darkest before the dawn?

For hope and for change, we all heard the cry,

Until we saw the red and blue lies,

Are we awake? Ready to believe?

Or are we still wondering who still to believe?

Revolution will come from future generations,

An elevation in thinking? Divine revelation?

For millions and billions elect our leaders,

Who turn out to be nothing more than crowd pleasers.

Do I give up? I don’t know…I won’t lie,

For I am just an average guy,

Family and community seems best to me,

For our leaders don’t care, don’t see.

Or do they?