American Nightmare

The American Nightmare

I often find myself
Sitting... wondering...
Thinking about that good ole'
American Dream.
You know the one with hummingbirds
And the sun shining while
The wind blows through the trees.
You know that one night someone
Went to sleep, woke up
And said "America... Land of the free."
I wonder what they saw
Behind those lids
Because looking at our history...
A dream is not exactly what I see.
Our history had a dream
Shot down, while expressing
Simple opinions
Causing caucasians to frown.
Our history has a King
Of dreams departed, and
Separated from his crown.
Marched for equality and freedom
Still we feel the need to
Run when we see them.
Think how the oh so popular
Majority unified against Osama
By any means necessary.
We need to promote
George Bush to suicide bomber
All I'm saying is, my eyes
Are open...
I see a couple of things....
What's done in the dark
Comes to the light
So what does that tell you
About a dreamer?
Some with their eyes wide
Shut! May think
"Oh this one is crazy"
But I got a crazy question for you
Have you watched the news lately?
Just as before, as history repeats,
And some resort to stones and sticks
Our civil rights are not enough
Prime example; Jena 6.
I was told once before to stand for so
Something
Or fall for anything anywhere.
Now I'm young, I'm black....
I'm educated...
I'm an American Nightmare!