State of the Union
Posted: January 25th, 2007, 1:58 am
America
you are a dead undead
zombie.
America your Constitution
isn't fit for toilet paper.
America you love the tyrant
of which you disapprove.
America you are the tyrant.
America you are a slave
to your own sense of pride.
You are afraid of offending
against the principle
of your own support
for the troops
so you send more of them die.
With support like that
who needs enemies?
You need enemies,
America. So you find
them here there
and everywhere. And when you don't find
them you make them.
Like you make, find / don't find
weapons of mass destruction.
America you are a weapon of mass destruction.
When will you be worthy of your own stockpiles?
America you have awoken from the dream of yourself
and now the bed sheets are soaking.
America I'm talking to myself.
I am a spilt person
ality. I am the two party
duopoly. I am the class struggle.
I am the crack-cocaine sentencing disparity.
America you are not even America
anymore
Latin America is.
America
the more bombs
you drop
the more you must reconstruct
and then the more you must bomb.
This is very good for business.
But it tarnishes the soul. Just a little
bit. Like botched hangings.
Maimed babies. melting icecaps.
America the land of limitless frontiers.
America the Empire of love.
America the capitalist playground
the liberal utopia.
America the stars and stripes
become as banal as a pin on the lapel
of a thousand brainless politicians.
Chanting in unison for war.
you are a dead undead
zombie.
America your Constitution
isn't fit for toilet paper.
America you love the tyrant
of which you disapprove.
America you are the tyrant.
America you are a slave
to your own sense of pride.
You are afraid of offending
against the principle
of your own support
for the troops
so you send more of them die.
With support like that
who needs enemies?
You need enemies,
America. So you find
them here there
and everywhere. And when you don't find
them you make them.
Like you make, find / don't find
weapons of mass destruction.
America you are a weapon of mass destruction.
When will you be worthy of your own stockpiles?
America you have awoken from the dream of yourself
and now the bed sheets are soaking.
America I'm talking to myself.
I am a spilt person
ality. I am the two party
duopoly. I am the class struggle.
I am the crack-cocaine sentencing disparity.
America you are not even America
anymore
Latin America is.
America
the more bombs
you drop
the more you must reconstruct
and then the more you must bomb.
This is very good for business.
But it tarnishes the soul. Just a little
bit. Like botched hangings.
Maimed babies. melting icecaps.
America the land of limitless frontiers.
America the Empire of love.
America the capitalist playground
the liberal utopia.
America the stars and stripes
become as banal as a pin on the lapel
of a thousand brainless politicians.
Chanting in unison for war.