Is this Real?

What is real?
What is make believe?
Our world in the past, present, future
Who could ever have conceived?

We have become outcasts within our own nation
Branded horribly red
Unable to see our true light
It would be easier if we were dead

Deceived by our country
A never-ending trial
Being the bird to destroy its people
In becoming a place of exile

Our identities are being exploited.
Soon we will only be a number,
Is this necessary for our safety,
To be put into this cumbrous slumber?

Always seen as the ideal
Not for the evil that we are
Embodied in half truths
Hope is just a falling star

Privacy has been invaded
No longer are we alone
With big brother right behind us
What has happened to our home?

We are sprites to our country
Deeming we are only ignorant
Questioned without permission
Holding up with continuous resentment

Night has overshadowed America
Sentenced to eternal interrogation
Until we are pronounced safe
We burn in the flames of this nation