The hand pointed to everything
300 million people scramble to see into the distance
Grabbing and hitting and hating each other
Blindly scrounging for a piece of a dream
Or a hope or a one true love
Once upon a time and happily ever after
A forgotten fruit replaced by
Slogans, catch phrases and quips
The American dream mutated into
A smooth mix of conformity and monotony
With a warm, metallic flavor
Patriots leading proud companies into battle
Fighting for the corporate utopia
Beautiful in gleaming grey and solemn stone
Eden comes equipped with a Starbucks
Paradise has a Wall Street
With a hundred dirty dreamers
Begging for a piece of a hope
A part of a life
One quarter closer to stumbling bliss
Smiles behind pity-fear behind hate
The huddled masses yearning to live
Have stayed this course so long
And seen no end to the terror
Of living without choice or knowledge
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