Bradley West: Big Mack Donald

Not long ago in America a nation's heartbeat throbbed; United, not divided, families only needed one job. Most could afford a baseball game, hot dog and a beer, Vacation every summer and a few new clothes each year. Big Mack Donald had a farm, then he opened a burger joint; We’ve drowned in fat ever since, ‘till there really ain’t no point. Tempted beyond measure, we keep comin’ back for more; Now the justice scale lies broken all over the global floor. Yeah, life in the twenty-first century, it ain't quite, how it used to be: Everything we eat is microwaved an' there’s color on TV. Newspapers are delivered right through the telephone line; We can charge stuff on the Internet, go broke in realtime. Big Mack Donald had a farm... Politicians an' preachers once sometimes told the truth, We didn't throw war's first stone an' sacrifice our finest youth. With no video games or cell phones a house felt like a home, Children fought an' played together instead of on a computer alone. Big Mack Donald had a farm... Satchel Paige said: "Don't look back, somethin' might be gainin' on you!" But it's hard to believe in tomorrow, when the blind sheep of the blind Are leadin' you. Oh, they're leadin' you.