America: Searching for Reality is a song I composed and sing. It is a negative satire.
Even a brief reading of the lyrics on the cover of the book will reveal this.
(The lyrics are printed below so they are easier to read).
America! Searching For Reality!
It’s not just for ‘Americans.’ It’s reflective of people all over the world. I just called it ‘America’ because I live here. Skin color, age, race, sex or nationality makes no difference.
We may have differences in many ways, but inside, deep in our hearts, we are all very much the same. We all have different temperaments, personalities, and ‘quirks,’ not to mention more visible differences. But again, we are all very much the same.
But what I have done with the negative lines of the song is that I’ve taken each line and I’ve converted it into a life-changing thought, if we will take it to heart.
The book shows some problems, but it goes further and strengthens backbones to make our world a better place to live. In short, it shows how to get the most out of the best we have to offer.
To hear me sing the song, click the little arrow on the left below:
Here are the lyrics to the song:
America: Searching for Reality
Copyright by Roger Himes
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AMERICA! Land of pride and plenty People rushing to nowhere Idle time beyond compare Ignoring others in despair Searching for some certainty.
People hear yet seldom listen Others look but cannot see Competing in the wrong directions Acting out facsimiles.
People full yet always hungry Reaching out but seldom touching Outward laughing inward crying Avoiding our Gethsemane.
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AMERICA! Land of opportunity! Money is our hidden treasure Wealth becomes the standard measure As we seek our fleeting pleasures Pride without humility.
Grate concern but no compassion Fighting hard for selfish justice Becoming slaves in all dimensions While striving hard to be set free.
Seeking answers while avoiding issues Learning facts but never knowing Seeking knowledge, seldom wisdom Intellectual security.
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AMERICA! Land of milk and honey! Many songs yet few have meaning Voices filled with empty chatter Noise abounds while peace is fleeting Clanging like calliopes.
Countless children yet few fathers Many houses yet few homes Many plans for great tomorrows While today remains a mystery.
Many smiles but shallow greetings
Religious people with no true God
Many Christians without Christ
Searching for reality.