Don't chase the dream

I see you blinded by the lies on screens appeasing what we cannot conceive.

Lies of threats, lies of hate, fermented in the pits of dread.

Following so blindly, like sheep to the Border Collie.

Following so blindly, like the cattle to the slaughter house.

Obeying and conforming, like a dog for a treat.

We're stuck here without a feat.

Because we're too busy after that treat. The Country's Dream, but we're deceived and believed that the treat was the best society could be.