An update, sort of

I feel bad for not updating this, as people keep complaining. Though it would take me a good 5 minutes to do this, those are 5 minutes I could be wasting doing homework, or reading, or not reading, or wating my time in other manners. But, to satiate those craving an update, here is a song I wrote for Sonita last summer, when her application for citizenship was turned down because her fingerprints were expired.

Expired Fingerprints

Today my new life's begun,
Like a game show host, "Tell 'em what he's won!"
"Congrats, you're now a permanent resident
of the Good Ol' US of A
You can now elect America's President,
And you can have a say."

Just one more thing, you'll be on your way...

CHORUS:
Place your hand on the screen,
The one next to the sleek machine.
Watch your fingerprints slowly fade,
It's better than the Fourth Crusade.
Soon it will be done,
You'll be like everyone.
It's time to replace,
Your old, different face.
You're zeroes and ones,
In our Patriotic Database.

Behind the polyester clothes,
lies Generals, Senators, CEOs,
who all nod and grin,
as the spirals slowly spin,
like a galactic black-hole,
sucking in my body and soul.

CHORUS

Darwin knew we need diversity.
The machine only knows uniformity.
You don't fit the mold,
many times you've been told.
Home, do you even know where that is?
You were the mathematical whiz.
Here, you stand in line,
You pay your fine.
You didn't commit that crime,
but you'll do the time.

CHORUS

Your identity's no good anymore,
Your culture, we can ignore.
Uniqueness gone, symmetry acquired,
You can go now, your fingerprints: expired.