1991 by Courtney Pruitt Lyrics
I realized we were born
in rotting soil,
plastic toys
fed by Arabia's oil.
Eyes closed, ears behest
to broadcasts, we
could NOT protest.
THAT was the beginning
of our MASS destruction,
but cribs offsides,
we slept soundly
thanking our stars,
PROUD to be Americans.
10 years dormant,
the lyrics laid,
enough to stick,
but their irony to fade.
When in grade school,
recess goaded,
as burning buildings
on OUR side
exploded.
The imminent threat,
preloaded,
in airports we shed shoes,
forever coded.
The broadcast — our center
was the theorum
that planes, oil, and Arabs
risked everyone's freedom.
But when we raised hands,
to ask why, we were
told to hail red, blue,
and especially WHITE.
Forgetting our roots...
Because the Ellis Island trip was OBVIOUSLY cancelled.
So we read headlines,
instead of Orwell,
the day 911
called for a police state.
Trusted the government,
and damned Muslims,
the day turbans
meant hijacking planes.
Pledged allegiance,
disguised as freedom,
the day war
was declared
on Sadam Insane.
Our flag revealed
a SHAM feeding FLAMES,
angsty teenagers
we became.
With raised middle fingers,
instead of hands,
to Green Day lyrics,
fuck Amuricans.
Because only idiots
press a red button twice,
when mass destruction is the price.
And only villains
make children orphans,
while victims drown
in New Orleans.
And only gluttons
eat caviar with silver spoons,
tainting forever
a nation's youth.
Entrenched in dunes,
we boarded blind,
to debt,
death, and
jaded minds.
Blamed by perpetrators
in dollars and change,
for a Guerilla war
fought in VAIN!
Voted Obama,
with Osama slain,
and soldiers withdrawn,
we hoped for change.
PLEASE, we cried,
JUST STOP!
We are CHAINED —
to a bulldozer
that has NO BRAKES!
So when we heard last week,
that we are losing control
of the Middle East,
and that Al-Qaeda,
is FAR from weak —
ISIS: THE PHOENIX OF HUMAN GREED,
We just turned off our TV's
and looked up,
the kids who gave up,
thanked Musk — our atlas,
not yet shrugged,
whose vessels of stars
will rocket toward Mars,
from this godforsaken
civilization
built on HATE.
So when you tell me, hun,
"We were both born in 1991,"
I can only sigh,
and breath sympathy,
for our dark history.
in rotting soil,
plastic toys
fed by Arabia's oil.
Eyes closed, ears behest
to broadcasts, we
could NOT protest.
THAT was the beginning
of our MASS destruction,
but cribs offsides,
we slept soundly
thanking our stars,
PROUD to be Americans.
10 years dormant,
the lyrics laid,
enough to stick,
but their irony to fade.
When in grade school,
recess goaded,
as burning buildings
on OUR side
exploded.
The imminent threat,
preloaded,
in airports we shed shoes,
forever coded.
The broadcast — our center
was the theorum
that planes, oil, and Arabs
risked everyone's freedom.
But when we raised hands,
to ask why, we were
told to hail red, blue,
and especially WHITE.
Forgetting our roots...
Because the Ellis Island trip was OBVIOUSLY cancelled.
So we read headlines,
instead of Orwell,
the day 911
called for a police state.
Trusted the government,
and damned Muslims,
the day turbans
meant hijacking planes.
Pledged allegiance,
disguised as freedom,
the day war
was declared
on Sadam Insane.
Our flag revealed
a SHAM feeding FLAMES,
angsty teenagers
we became.
With raised middle fingers,
instead of hands,
to Green Day lyrics,
fuck Amuricans.
Because only idiots
press a red button twice,
when mass destruction is the price.
And only villains
make children orphans,
while victims drown
in New Orleans.
And only gluttons
eat caviar with silver spoons,
tainting forever
a nation's youth.
Entrenched in dunes,
we boarded blind,
to debt,
death, and
jaded minds.
Blamed by perpetrators
in dollars and change,
for a Guerilla war
fought in VAIN!
Voted Obama,
with Osama slain,
and soldiers withdrawn,
we hoped for change.
PLEASE, we cried,
JUST STOP!
We are CHAINED —
to a bulldozer
that has NO BRAKES!
So when we heard last week,
that we are losing control
of the Middle East,
and that Al-Qaeda,
is FAR from weak —
ISIS: THE PHOENIX OF HUMAN GREED,
We just turned off our TV's
and looked up,
the kids who gave up,
thanked Musk — our atlas,
not yet shrugged,
whose vessels of stars
will rocket toward Mars,
from this godforsaken
civilization
built on HATE.
So when you tell me, hun,
"We were both born in 1991,"
I can only sigh,
and breath sympathy,
for our dark history.