Slaves

The screams of children fill the air while Gossiping parents stand along....

Tantrums filled with passion, hard to tell from right and wrong...

The carnival is here to stay its stakes are in the ground...

The tunes and rides made to distract, but I dont hear a sound...

Clowns playing tricks then kids amused it's cute to see...

Faces filled with glee, a peace i feel but cant believe...

Cause when the rides halt, music turned all the way down...

Lights turned off and profits counted I'll be in the crowd...

Gates will lock then guns arise to help control the panic...

No longer free, under lock and key,

Our futures been established...

Distracted by the tools they gave

Imprisoned by our habits...

Like the rabbit in the turtle race

Got beat when he was nappin...

We may be blessed to say...

This is the land of the free and the home of the brave...

But as history repeats itself I see we all are slaves.....

Come one, come all, the sideshow is about to begin...

For years we let our pride go, now victims to our sin...

We strive on all the lies we told we share them to our kin

Now after the parade has gone what's left will make you cringe

A feeling of despair overwhelms me and its tragic...

I take a look around and it's like nothing ever happened...