Remotely True

We have exported our future and imported our chains
and our precious little vision is now swirling down the drain
we have sacrificed tomorrow for some self-serve gasoline
that will hold us like the levee held the tide in New Orleans

We have seen the truth...
we changed the channel instead.
We have lived the lie...
Picked the blue pill, passed the red.

In the matrix of our suburbs rot the vacant domiciles
In the malls where we worship prey the priests and pedophiles
In the parks we used to wander now they drill for liquid gold
In the city lights our human rights are all but bought and sold

We have seen the truth...
we changed the channel instead.
We have lived the lie...
Picked the blue pill, passed the red.

And now we finally wonder in the glare of our flat screen
Is it all remotely true - this American dream?
But maybe we should ask: is it what we really need?
Is there a better vision that can nourish more than our greed?

We have seen the truth...
we changed the channel instead.
We have lived the lie...
Picked the blue pill, passed the red.

© 2/2/2012 Bob Young