The USA

When Chase left Oklahoma
On a dusty Saturday
Put a pin in his diploma
And set out to,“seize the day”
As Directed by his cell phone
Analyzing every way
Is this “the promised land”
Or just the USA

There are many times he loves her
Those that aren't so great
As he roamed around her
He found pockets, filled with hate
Whatever the direction
The Truth is there- to buy
Can this be “the promised land”
Where the demons come to hide

Can she shoulder all the hardship
Endure a violent storm
Will the promise of blind justice
Be afforded by the poor

So he stumbles on- in darkness
To find someone to blame
Is this- “the promised land”
Or a nation filled with shame

There are guns on every corner
A “shooting”is now the style
If you're looking for Nirvana
You'll be looking for a while

Can she garner dormant courage
To re-find her old routines
Has he found -“the promised land”
Or the USA’s lost dream

The promise sold to millions
Has receipts they hope to claim
But we hang our hopes on villains
Have debates till we’re insane
If we squander hard fought freedoms
For a sliver of the pie
We can call it USA
And kiss “the promised land”
Goodbye