Fear of New Dreams
…and the dreamers that bring them
The caravans are on TV again
Reminds me of covered wagons
Heading west to a land that isn’t theirs
Laying stake to a better life
Pistol packing saints.
You venerate these works
While spitting on new martyrs
Pilgrims in broken shoes come
To steal our jobs, our money, our women,
The American Dream
Our forefathers fought and died for
This stolen land
The reminder of our crimes
Is their sin
You say get over it
It was a long time ago
Don’t blame me for the past
I shouldn’t pay for the strange fruit
Growing on the gnarled branches
Of my family tree
Watered with blood and fear
Build up walls of stone and steel
While you fence these stolen goods
Ill gotten gains in the name
Of a carpenter prophet
Blessed are the meek
Who will work for cash
And then be turned away
We’re the descendants of dreamers
Afraid to let new ones rest their heads
To escape their nightmares
For only a promise of poverty and a chance.
You ask, what do they know about
Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness?
Everything
About the Creator
Shaun Walters
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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