Do you love to fly
way up high, in the sky?
Are you afraid to die
without a cry, never knowing why?
Do you become aware
of the cold hard stares?
Do they console your cares
or feed your nightmares?
They say we're living in a different age
because a radical somewhere in a cave
could strike again today.
Empty your pockets in the tray
and walk over to the X-ray.
Your name is on our list today;
we've got some questions for you, come this way.
And if we don't like what you say
we might disappear you today,
fly you to Syria today.
So in the land of liberty,
for your safety, don't you see,
you can fly brave proud and free
like a bird in a cage.
You might never fly free again.
(c) 2007 P.M. Nicholes