Posted by miguel c. williams on September 19, 19100 at 09:59:59:
We watch the television, and brous with our mouse
and listen to the radios we posses in our homes
so line us up like organic mechanics
and feed us your robot ways
and let us forget our days of importance
so blame the next for your mistakes
in this capitalism we decay or humanity
let them be slaves again
the african people from their descent
and let ignorance ring around their neck
our necklace of death
but I love this country
maybe not it's laws
I break and run for my freedom
carved the stars and chism the stripes
of blue and white, as it hangs torn high in the sky
the pryamid on the back of the dollar
symbols a new world order
it's pyramid unfinished
from brick and masons
encases the sphere for the cubes and diamonds
we gambol in the violence
so much hidden anger, lets bring it out
and put it on the table
feast on the arrogance, I live homeless
in this world power
the taste is sour, but I'm trying not to be devoured
and eaten from the inside, by this beast
only giving the civilians freedom of speech
sitting in their court supreme
so they can imprison the just and meek
from the fire arms that go through sixteen teens
and watch them bleed, in their upper cl society
so now we have a problem
now we agree things can't be as they be
but what about the other gene of people
that run the streets
selling drugs so they can eat and feed their children
and the cops search them for methanphedemines
you know the ghetto
the population that built this country on slavery
but I still love you america
and wish us the glory
our foundation will pervade the world from their ways
made into one game, I hold my head in shame
and we complain about work
when others around the world are maimed
and driven insane across the oceans
drowning for freedom just so thier children can be saved
knowing life is sweet here, and we crave the taste
of butchering another's race
for their five minutes of fame
gangs fighting gangs, shooting then taking names
behind alley ways I saw the inocent slain
for a few pennies and paper
we live for wealth, but we lost the spirit of nature
I'm caught in this rapture
so I find laughter inside myself, but what are you after
are you after pleasure or murder
while I'm after the poets hunger like silent thunder
all will listen, but our transgression
walks dead in front of the rightious
I love you, dear........................................................
America
Copyright © 2000 mig
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