we are under the influence of a glutinous machine
with green shaded eyes and pupils glazed over with
a deteriorated systematic failure of principles
corrodes the fabric of the american dream
these newfound world leaders sit patiently in contempt
of us all,
convening for fraudulent talks of world peace; there
are no terms to these failed negotiations.
the outcome is an untold truth where blood money is
to front progress towards uninhabitable wastelands.
these artists of destruction unveil their greatest
painting the sky with b*st*rd glory.
beams of light pierce through the golden clouds,
there is no beauty to be found in this stunning array
of lights and sounds.
the wise man is now in search of fools gold,
but in the wake of nuclear holocaust his wealth is
reduced to ash to keep him warm.
“f*ck. wear your middle finger like a badge of honor;
stand up and fight, tear down what’s left of this!”
life is a constant ear-piercing silence which cuts
through my thoughts,
leaving them for a beast who’s known by the name:
“i’m a soulless wretch in a new america, scavenging and
fighting for thinning resource.
self-mutilation leaves me unrecognizable to the
memories of loved ones who perished, years ago.
the time for action is upon us. in pursuit of a
redefined liberty, survival is the only option.”