A Gun On My Head.

Talk me about peace,
about your way of being,
Tell me how free I am to act,
What to eat and what not to eat,
What to say and what not to say,
I am not in conflict with your way of being,
But
I feel a gun on my head,
Is it yours?

And you offered me that
I can make love and
choose not to go to war,
yet I pay taxes for
not being able to experience the
reality as it is,
I can live absolutely mechanical,
I even salute the flag and wear it on my sleeves,
But
I have a gun on my head,
Is it yours?