The Plastic War 3

Once upon a time in a land so free,

Cash ruled the streets, factories hummed with glee.

No debt to fear, no worries to hide,

A dollar was a dollar, side by side.

Pre-Chorus

Gas was cheap, groceries were low,

Mama stayed home, kids began to grow.

Then came a whisper, soft and sly:

“Buy now, pay later, don’t ask why.”

Chorus

Wake up, America, see the trap we’re in,

Credit chains binding us, freedom wearing thin.

We traded our wealth for plastic’s gleam,

Now we’re slaves to the banker’s dream.

Verse 2

“I’ll pay you Tuesday for a burger today,”

Wimpy’s words rang true, the debt game in play.

Vanity and greed took flight in our hearts,

Fear kept us borrowing, tearing us apart.

Bridge

Interest now our curse, our bane,

Lenders prosper while we feel the pain.

Mom worked hard, debt piled high,

The American Dream beneath the sky.

Chorus

Wake up, America, see the war we wage,

Selling our futures on a gilded stage.

Homes, land, and hope traded away,

To the bankers’ greed, cold and gray.

Verse 3

Foreclosures rise, jobs disappear,

Currency fading year by year.

Foreign powers at the gate, our hands tied,

Infrastructure crumbles as we watch it slide.

Outro

Wake up, America, the truth is clear,

It’s not the bear, not enemies near.

It’s the bankers’ greed we need to fear,

A silent war we’ve lived in year after year.