• The country is sick

    Where has it been?

    It ran through the rain and vomited up

    Today.



    The children, hungry, are crying

    And praying

    And kneeling

    On their skinned mother's and father's knees

    Crying over their old man, Sam

    Who's sick and being blamed.



    No one has a home anymore

    Except those hidden up there--

    The golden folks, pearly teethed

    Those mink furs, those blameless foes

    Those women who suckle

    From those men that suckle

    From the People.



    No one's screams are heard

    No one's heads are out their windows

    No screams of how they're Mad as hell, and not gonna take it anymore

    Everyone is silently in their minds, on their knees

    Licking the last bit of food off the floor.



    I want to rub them out

    I want to rip their hair--

    Those bastards that take our lives and

    Penetrate their corporate welfare with our Goodness.



    I want to cut them out--

    Cut out the genitalia of the war profiteers

    Stick pins in the hearts of those who make money off of

    Sewing the mouths of those who are writhing and screaming

    And bawling shut.



    All I have seen is b*****d after b*****d above me

    Take and take behind a mask with a smiling face

    And rosy cheeks

    And promises

    And clean hair and straight teeth

    And exploited African babies

    And people without money and love and life

    And countries that are "evil"

    And people that must be killed

    And people that must be famous--they do anything for the camera--

    The squeakiness of their skin and the black tar,

    Corrupted, silk on fire, heart of iron that pulses with mislead piousness--On their insides--

    Pumping out bullshit

    Pimping out pseudo-morale

    Putting price tags on acts of goodness

    And purity is sexed up and prepackaged and sold at the drive-thru--

    Raping the country with golf courses and

    Shopping Centers, Million Dollar communities

    In the middle of a grave yard of a thousand

    Dead animals

    I vomited

    I vomited because the air is so filthy with those People.

    I vomited the last ounce of love I had for where I am--

    Where I am isn't what it was anymore.





    And all I have seen

    In my ten years of sight

    Is the destruction of what we used to be

    The closing in of the curtain

    That's too thick

    And it suffocates everyone

    But those who paid to be safe

    Up, up, in the sterile rafters

    In the theater of the tragedy

    "America".





    The End.