Wednesday, March 14, 2007

America

In through the howls from Americano
we crave a dreamful mellow -
as peace will cleanse abject treasons
it slides tight her gale to the sinister side -
codes slang a pristine militant state
the machine makes assault on piteous pasts -
dilemma make the airs our permanent enemy
as midnight vertigo blues paint havened style -
it begs the last suburb for sweet baffled ignorance
ember’d on eternal epoch binge -
Swell my diatribe on the brow
hold loose coined illusions
by hustlers that game on renegade -
the childhood truth covet fades into that long good night
it is a simpleton means now
like dullards that come home to roost
purge for the last pure vurtue’d harbor


***
Flunked logic explored
Abu Ghraib flair bizarred
habeas corpus ignored
with no stringent damnation,
true corruption was spawned
wire-tapped for their lord
lies smuggled a pawn
C.I.A pour le monde
pimped you in on the static
now you lost like an addict
burning from the inside numbing in on the zeros
vultures plague from the sky
philistine so sublime
it’s defacto control while we beg for a hero
Now they shot up their sheriff’s
and killed all of the bailiff’s
then they rolling it out like jackals with merit
better hope for the lotto
for you down on the blotto
for speaking your peace
and asking what, when, where and why
champion stoned it alive
daring you to survive
when will we ever find our new America




2 comments:

Garth said...

Love this - some great lines that converge on a truth.
Thanks for your comment on The Dread Letter Office

Garth said...

I will be linking to you from The Far Queue - feel free to reciprocate.