The Question of Anarchy

I dreamed a dream so long ago
I thought that I'd forgotten
Of life and love and liberty,
The Pursuit of happiness begotten.

This dream is called America
And I believe it still exists.
In all I see,
Yes, we're still free,
but its fading like the mist.

This dream is sung in song and tale
from sea to shining sea.
And I sing it proud
I sing it loud,
with millions more like me.

There are those who ponder, those who wait
There are those out there screaming
There are those who say its Anarchy
for which we all are dreaming

Perhaps...

But caution say I, don't get me wrong,
I feel the anger rising
But reckless action taken too swiftly
can lead to freedom dying

We gather we march, our voices loud
in a collective wailing moan.
A song to all our brethren souls
"You are not alone."

And this is good, this is fine.
For we are social creatures.
Of all colors, faiths and walks of life,
Yet we share so many features.

So before you throw
Your sticks and stones
and scream for a change of song.

My voice of caution
A whispering notion...

"What if you're wrong?"