Uncle-Sam (A*Conversation)

Uncle*Sam, Why is my education on the chopping block, aren't My Dreams real, is what you say about America just spiel,

Don't worry child, everything is decided, your future is being guided, like the missiles your Daddy builds,

But uncle, Mommy says I am special, Coach tells me hard work and sacrifice made the country great, did I just come along to late,

No worries child, you'll learn to work a touch screen, fly drones from a comfy chair, fast food will be everywhere, raise rug rats, each with their very own screen, teaching the ways and means,

Uncle Sam, what about the planet and the poor, is your liberty only for the few, gathering wealth, building walls and security to fend off the masses, as their pain and suffering flows like molasses,

Listen up kid, get yourself straight, human rights ain't the real fight, that's just cover, scabs on the wound, while others bleed for, MY-Fortune & Fame,

Uncle that's not what The Constitution says, are We The People simply sheeple,

Now, now little one, perhaps you just need a small demonstration, something to help matters sink in that under educated head, let's see how about a fracking war to boost the economy and slam that peace and love crap, back down your whining trap,

There, there it's all good, now touch the screen, see your daddy's missile fixed everything, sweet dreams...