Mom, where's freedom

Mom, you always told me,

"Go to the United States —

decent people everywhere,

and freedom, like a cup of tea. "

Mom, now I'm living in the U.S.,

Here, freedom, is a cup of tea:

two bucks and a fee.

ICE on the street corner,

waiting for me.

Mom, you used to tell me,

"Go to the United States —

the American dream is waiting,

hurry up and hold the key. "

Mom, now I'm living in the U.S. —

fifty pounds on my knee,

fifteen hours on my feet,

four hours' sleep like a bee,

then home past the corner,

where ICE waits for me.

Mom, you once told me,

"Go to the United States for a key;

there, every smile is high glee. "

Now, I'm living in the U.S. —

people crying at the gas station,

and I can't tell if it's glee.

Mom, where is freedom?

I'm not sure if I need'em.

Mega companies need us to feed'em.

For greedy predators, U.S. is —

A kingdom.

Mom, now I'm living in the U.S.,

working as one of Amazon's slaves;

Keeping a bottle to deal with my pee.

Maybe I should hand it to Jeff Bezos,

let him drink it as a cup of tea.