Silicone Dreams

Home is where your heart is
but do you feel it beating?
Like a silicone dream has it been covered
tactfully
hiding what is true.
The world influenced by superpower
and its American dream
And calling it a "superpower" to make the rich richer
and the poor
poorer
is beyond me.
We wait for Superman while we bring home the bacon.
My dad was bringing home bacon
My mama was greeting, all smiles, the milkman
I always wondered about the fruit.
All of that labour and no nutrition.
But I carried on sweet cherry pie, and I let me ride
Slow down child you move too fast
With so many dreams to conquer and never enough hours
in one day.
And where I'll find them?
Out West, as stern as my daddy told me.
"Wealth is power" he said
I didn't know 'til now wealth could be anything else than bacon.
And there was no way in hell daddy agreed with the Vegans.
So pigs were slaughtered and daddy brought it home,
while mama washed away spilled milk.
And still she cried.
Home is where the heart is,
that's what they told me
But do you feel it beating?
Or have you learned to adjust to a rhythm
that gets louder,
louder,
louder
until suddenly
it stops.