American Illusions 

​”American Illusions” – J.Adam Snyder 
When you draw your first breath

They’ve decided the rest 

Your religion, your nation

Telling you they know best
The school bell then rings

And they lock you away

Teach you to conform to the system

Until the moon burns the day
They point out your skin

How it’s different from his

Separating each other

With frivolous grins
Friendships are lost

You don’t understand why

They tell you not to question 

For they are all wise
Working til’ the day you bleed

Under the illusion that you are free

In desperation that you’ll reach

The American Dream 
They’ll say the view at the top

Is for those who work hard

But their game that you play

Was rigged right from the start
If you are bright

They despise you the most

For you are a threat 

To the lies they all boast
Your classmates will laugh

They will bully you down

For twelve fucking years

Until the final chime sounds
They’ll praise the dumb ones 

For chasing a ball

While the girls all reject you 

For not being popular or tall
They’ll sell you a cap and hand you a note

Telling you their game is far from closed

No time to breath, no time to cry

Off to college you’ll go, now fall back in line
Working til’ the day you bleed

Under the illusion that you are free

In desperation that you’ll reach

The American Dream 
They’ll say the view at the top

Is for those who work hard

But their game that you play

Was rigged right from the start
Away you are sent

Away you must fly

They’ll call you a loser

If you ask why
Go pick a career 

Go pick a mate

Party a little

But to class don’t be late
Listen to a lecture 

From within an ivory prison

By a professor 

With a Marxist mission
Drink until dawn

Fuck until noon

Study her body

For debt is the future you can look forward to
Working til’ the day you bleed

Under the illusion that you are free

In desperation that you’ll reach

The American Dream 
They’ll say the view at the top

Is for those who work hard

But their game that you play

Was rigged right from the start

You marry your lover

Have a few kids

The next generation

Of peasants and slaves
Out on the town 

With a degree

Only the bare minimum 

Is what you’re guranteed
If you fall ill

If you get hurt

They’ll leave you to die

Without insurance you’re worth dirt
Nowhere to go

They’ve always owned you

Only now you can see it

Like a damn fool
Working til’ the day you bleed

Under the illusion that you are free

In desperation that you’ll reach

The American Dream 
They’ll say the view at the top

Is for those who work hard

But their game that you play

Was rigged right from the start
Go fight their wars

They’ll tell you it’s the only way out

Now you’re killing others

On behalf of their political spout
They’ll promise you prosperity 

They’ll tell you it’s right

They’ll tell you not to think

And just carry on the good fight
If you survive 

If you abide 

They’ll send you back home 

To be homeless for life
Working til’ the day you bleed

Under the illusion that you are free

In desperation that you’ll reach

The American Dream 
They’ll say the view at the top

Is for those who work hard

But their game that you play

Was rigged right from the start
They’ve gutted the eyes 

From their thralls

Who think living blind

Is the greatest of all
They keep them subdued 

Through church, cars, and reality TV

Letting them vote

To think their lives have any meaning
They let them work

They let them consume

They let them think they have a chance 

To have a life beyond the tomb
Try to rebel

Stand up if you must

Just be prepared to take the bullet

Fired from the end of their gun
© – J.Adam Snyder

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