Up Their Sleeves

Red , White & Blue mean freedom. Until they're glimmering behind you. 

 Every morning in class at my broken down little high school I used to always , at exactly 9:45  utter the words "with liberty and justice for all." How can that be true when we're all under mans rule ? We have a goverment filled with men in suits with endless tricks up their sleeves. I sit on my couch & listen to them speak only to end up With the tv on mute . Their sleeves made of pure silk , or cotton . Only the best . The finest clothing . I see past it all . The foolish empty promises of fixing the world , of happiness . I look into their eyes & I see it . The deviling look of a politician . I see it. 

In our prisons , innocence sits waiting for the liberty & justice they spoke of in school. They wait . Some are standing for family , some have been threatened and are mere protectors , some call it fate. I'll stick with hate & injustice . Love is what innocence has , but innocence gets put away , tossed . Overlooked , and straight out ignored . & forgiveness has been forgotten . 

Now every morning I wake , thinking of it all. Of life , troubles and reasons to fall. Can the politician fix this ? With his hopeless promises & devilish looks ? Can he fix the fact that I've lost it all? No , he can't - and if he could he wouldn't.  for I am but a mere drop of paint on his collage canvas of life. Seperated , we are nothing to our government but together , we're everything - because together we're "money" that's what we mean . Money. And that's what this world lives off of . Money , not love , hopes & dreams . But money . 

And that's why I just might of lost you . Because hopes & dreams ,  Are but hopes and dreams. UNTIL you make them real . Please see that , and come back , because with this - I can't cope.