Propaganda Dreams I

I’ve been dying for the Propaganda Dream
They put it in motion – I don’t know when
Make me want freedom, and all that.
But something went awry –
The Propaganda Dream can’t hold up to lies.
Oh, the dream was good – Freedom, Equality
With Capital F’s and E’s and no one gets on your back.
The dream, well, it might have left some people out
But hey, it is nature – adapt or you’ll be out of style.
But this dream – this dream of a voice in the way of things.
Dreaming of children and colors, more of the Propaganda Dreams.
They build on each other – one after the other,
So they’ve got a compendium of history.
Forefathers dreamed and dreamed and dreamed
But they all lived the same as they do now.
Still slave owners, but less opportunity
For mercy, what without being right behind the whip.
No, Nature is this time’s whip – watch hunger crack.
Dreaming the Propaganda Dream in a hazy sleep
Makes it all seem possible, the way things should be
In a Dream.