The Un-American

They pulled the curtain back on a televised dream, Flag pins shining but the seams split clean, Talking loud ‘bout freedom while the deals go dark, Selling out the country in a billionaire’s park. Oh, you say “trust me,” with a camera grin, While the truth gets buried under spin after spin, You shake every hand, but you don’t feel a thing— Just counting the noise that the headlines bring. Do you remember— The Unamerican? Smiling for the crowd while you rewrite the plan, Oh, the Unamerican, Trading in the truth for a slogan you can brand. You say the press lies, but you script the show, Truth’s just a prop in the undertow, Facts get twisted till they barely stand, Just another tool in the master plan. Oh, you toast to power in a mirrored room, While the echoes of “freedom” spell quiet doom, History’s watching with a narrowed eye— It’s not just what you say, it’s the reasons why. Do you remember— The Unamerican? Dancing on lines that you redraw by hand, Oh, the Unamerican, Calling it strength while it’s slipping like sand. ⸻ Is it love of country or love of the throne? Hard to tell when you’re standing alone, With a chorus of yes-men and a deafening cheer, But the silence of truth is ringing clear. Oh, the flag still waves, but it’s hard to see What it means when it’s bent so easily, And the dream you sell feels secondhand— Just a shadow of something once so grand. Do you remember— The Unamerican? Wearing the mask while you tighten your hand, Oh, the Unamerican, A cautionary tale dressed up as a brand. Do you remember? Do you remember? Or did the meaning slip away? The Unamerican… Still talking loud, but with less to say.