(A true poem of what it is and what it could be)
America,
You were once a virgin.
Young and wild
Full of Life and Fury
You did inspire men.
And to greater deeds
Of blissful glory.
Silent for centuries you did lay.
Outstretched, between two great oceans.
Till one day:
To brace men you did reveal
Your limbs. Your wild limbs,
Yearning to be tamed.
You truly promised,
That a man – regardless of blood or class –
Would be judge only by his deeds.
Your fiercely promised that the law of justice
Would reign supreme upon this land.
And so the hearty blood of many nations,
Into your wild and fertile expand did pour.
To the brave, the strong of action and
Stronger spirit
Your best, you’re very best to them you did bestow.
The cowardly, you did quickly frighten.
Frightened by your honesty.
This sheer courageousness of your
Spirit and soul.
You did build, quickly build,
The first America,
America the beautiful –
USA Yesterday.
Bigger cities,
longer bridges
Taller dams,
Than ever before the world
Had known.
You, America, showed the world how
To build with style,
And when it came time
To fight
You’re brave, strong offspring of
Yesterday;
Did to mighty potent
Battle raises –
To turn the tide in WW II.
When gog, himself, had but nearly
Almost all the world inslaved –
When the specter, death itself,
Arose unchallenged the 59 million slaughtered,
Sacrificed to the Goddess Greed.
America you turned the tide of war, of history –
You’re strong spirited offspring
Joined forces and did the
Mighty Battle Win.
And gave some breathing space
To mankind once again
And after the battle when all was
Ruin bleak, and cold.
You did America, with heart and
Soul respond.
And with spirit, power and muscle,
America,
The whole world anew, you did
Nearly Marshall plan –
Rebuild!
Fierce in battle,
Magnanimous of heart,
Strong of spirit,
You’re new breed of men,
The world, they did amaze.
And world renown as never before
Was given the first America.
But alas, now, oh beautiful America
What are we becoming?
Where are yesterday’s brave souls?
Everyone seeks the easy way out.
The most pay for the least work,
No one is willing to fight the
Good fight.
For profit and interest,
What would not be sold?
We cower before the great tasks,
We let other people fight our fight,
We enslave populations so that we
May have our coffee, our bananas,
Our sugar, our $1,000 a plate dinners,
Our meat, our grass, our coke, our Korea’s,
Our Vietnams. Our Iraq’s, Our defense spending,
Our profit and interest.
The undernourished and poor
Economically enslaved to the overfed and rich.
One dying form malnutrition,
The other from overconsumption.
Rather than face the real issues,
We quiver, change the subject and ps.
Rather than scraping antiquated
Notions of offense through defense
Or balance of terror.
We choose, we choose to send the
best of the off springs Who fought
in WW II.
We choose to send them to
Meaningless Vietnam & Iraqi battles--
We sent them to slaughter
and be slaughter as patrolling
ducks.
We sent them to maim and to kill,
to be maimed, to be havoked.
We sent them to the bowls of hell,
And for what?
To keep the commies, the Muslims away?
The domino theory?
Our fears of lost markets, oil?
So that somebody will make a buck?
Puke.
Our big jet planes we did send
With bombs.
More bombs than ever before
The world had ever known, more than in W.W.I, W.W.II, Korea combined?
More bombs on bare—ass chinamen with a rifle,
With full congressional approval we did drop –
Like time lapsed Hiroshima’s
We thought it would do
The trick rather quick.
But the Chinamen’s goose wouldn’t
Cook.
Mind and spirit
The Chinamen proved,
Could not be dominated,
Controlled, nor intimidated
By muscle and power.
Yet, Ameirieka you persist.
Spewing.
“More contra Aid”
“Shouting ‘back with Somosa’”
“Hooray for Trujillo”
“Welcome Oh Shah”
“Embrace me, Oh Shah”
“Shut up you oppressed Palestinians,
Glory in your miser. Let others
Squander what you have worked
Centuries to build, to swim
In you’re drinking and planting
Water.”
“Rejoice in the sickness
And hopelessness you see in the eyes of your children.”
“Rejoice in the sickness
And hopeless you see in the
Eyes of your children.”
“Day by day,
Do nothing about this or else –“
America, Amerieka, oh what have we
Become?
But “staying the curse” killing bombs
(Paid by church-going taxpayers)
In the night
Against half naked
Poorly fed children.
Oh Ameirika, will you really spend?
300,000 billion dollars, in the
Next 30 years, like you did in
The 30 for purposes of killing?
America, not too long ago
The darling of the world,
What have you become?
But the lifeless harlot full of
Empty promise,
The earth’s worst cancer?
The cause, the reason,
The main moving motive of terror.
The fire that pours from
The sky.
The stench of death,
The blood drenched finger
The stamps down the oppressed.
The finger that feeds itself,
Soaking its bread in the blood
On the oppressed backs, feeding itself
With bright, dripping morsels
Of fresh blood-soaked Profitable bread?
Amerieka, oh gutless, Godless.
Amerieka, you sell out
The future,
With your defense
Spending hoax, with
You’re present policies:
180 degrees you must turn.
Offense by illuminating
The need of defense.
Offense through super abundance
And trade –
America, oh America,
Dead you are not –
Your blood still runs true red in
Your offspring, your heart still
Doth beat to the rhythm of
Justice,
In your soul the fire of freedom
Doth burn.
And when one fails, the good fight
Thousands – tax revolt rise in its place.
You have done it before,
You can do it again –
Restrain the earth
From the abyss of Hell,
America!
Deliver self-regulating
Solar power, greenhouse instead of
Death spewing bombers, deliver solar
Power processing plants, instead of
Nuclear submarines, invent mass producible
Self-sustaining, co-op solar cities
Instead of star wars. Deliver Aztlan.
Retool you defense industry into city-
Building technology, weed out you
Reactionary – ultra conservation from
Your politics,
Jail the leaders of your
Two coup the tae’s
Like Mussolini was, hang their dead bodies
In public, so that people can spit in the face
Of those that have so defiled and raped this
Country and thus begin – the healing process
Of our communal soul.
America does not let Sata use your tax revolt
Money for war materials.
Decide with your heart, not your pocket
Book. Give your children a fighting
Chance.
Show some gut,
“Lest the specter go unchallenged
Before us in the light of day.”
And, Ameireika, the harlot, does not America!
The Jane that she was, soon again become.
And too little too late come our collective epitaph.
We as a race have been in an ever
Increasing self-destruct cycle for
Forty-five years and more, no just
The nuclear problem, but everyday
We pour 100,000 tons of pollutants
Into the air, the breath, the life that
Sustains us. Everyday we vehemently
Assault and insult the feeling, living,
Sustaining nature which envelops us,
Gives us light and warmth and reason.
Everyday of every week of every month
We spit into the face of God, and as time
Goes by, we continue to desecrate in
Ever greater quantities! How much
Longer before such insults are wrathfully
Hurled back at us? Will gutless Amerika
Leave our children to pay the piper as they
Face agonizing extinction for our mistakes?
Or do we commit our heart of hearts, our
Sacred honor, and every dollar of our tax
Money to the new America! Individually
And collectively, if we are not for life,
For more life, we are for death.
Air and water cleansing, non pollution,
Self-sustaining, co-op, Solar Cities worldwide
Is the order of the day?
America!
We wait,
The splendor of your creations.
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