America, the Beautiful
Tommy Sands
America
,
Poor sad, grayed fool.
Your petty sales and stacks of souls,
Loose everything in a smile.
America
Brittle, old-timer
Your fords and products
Have expired in contempt.
America,
Eastern thought of Christianity
Demigods and dualities
Plummet to promiscuity
America,
How your heart bleeds
And your children weep with depression
Swallowed by the green-eyed money maker.
America,
Fake-smiling deceit
Poeticizing every anxiety
With a placebo of pills.
America,
Who are you
A greyer fool,
Mythical independent plush of life
America
Green fields and rays of light
Protrude the dark clouds
Of economic essence.
America
The living and the dead
Embodied in one
Through patriotism.
America
Who runs your pride
Your smiles, tears, joy
Can what was be?
America
Taxes and sexes
Combined
Into bitter individual fools
Who pity experience.
America, Do the celestial heavens cause wonder anymore?
America can you breathe through your own
Stand on you own two feet without a crutch.
America,
The American dream
The disco, techno, heavy metal scene
The fried couch potato.
America,
The rich, the poor, the fools,
The beggars, the suffering
Elements of humanity
America,
As my pen bleeds black
I wonder what happened
To red, white, and blue.
America,
Cry tears for life
Stop such non-sensical nihilism
From rooting seeds
In our generations.
America,
Breathe,
Step out of the quicksand
Of corrupt capitalism before it swallows you whole.
America
Are you listening
Or are you bickering
Channel on a late night info-mercial.
America,
Stocks, blocks, full of potential
To build a home for individuals
Who know themselves.
America
Recognize your rights
Stand up and fight
Respond to yourself.
America
What happened to the stead fast pulse.
The beating pulp of our forefathers
That made this plot of wilderness land, America.
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