Uncle Sam’s Monkeys

Oh, we march in line, shadows cast long,

Chasing echoes of a distant song.

Promises like smoke, fading in the dawn,

Caught in the dance of the pawn upon.

Playing Uncle Sam’s monkeys, doing what we’re told,

Climbing on the cages that they sold.

Empty words, weaving tales so old,

In a world where truth is bought and sold.

Dying is the only guarantee we’ve known,

In the silence, we’re alone.

Hearts pounding in the storm, but it’s unknown,

Justice lost, buried in the stone.

Inside these kangaroo courts, no real justice alive,

Blind eyes watch the city burn, hopes just barely survive.

Promises are hollow, dreams are closing in,

We’re trapped within this game, where no one wins.

Reflecting in a mirror cracked, us and the lie,

Seeking something more than just to get by.

Voices rising up, to scream and defy,

Break these chains, before we die.

So here we stand, in shadows and despair,

Waiting for a dawn that’s never there.

Fighting for truth, for what’s fair,

Uncle Sam’s monkeys, caught in the snare.