urban poetry |
Broke lawless Silent snipers linger Silent echo's Not a single sound, It's like A one winged witness Wrapped with silicone hair As bombs and Nuclear explosions Fill this bright night so clear, Mushroom shaped Phallic clouds man made terror It's all around Bleeding mothers and children dead on the ground, The radiation pollutes This great Nation, Nation great What a joke why is it that Seventy-eight Million Americans are broke, What makes us great Not some little man on Capital Hill Scooping the spoils From war time soils, Suicides left and right Gang members kill and fight While screwed up diplomats Take immunity flight, Welfare reform sight It's pathetic they call us great What are we great at, Lying, cheating, corporate fraud, Community bans on pit bull dogs, Murder, hate, university rape, Political flaws, unemployment won't pay the cost Jewish, Christian, Catholic clergy to Molesting kids What a screwed up thing to do, The Dr. Ruth and The Captain Morgan too We are a great nation Look at all the great Things we can do, We'll blow you up Suck you in Forget about Louisiana and all your kin See though, Here is another trick in our sack Busting out slavery Hanging thousands of blacks For what, not a reason. Just some b/s white man's crown Burning crosses All over your town, Bow down to a government full of sin It makes my head spin I live in this great Nation Frustration, manipulation, suffocation, Stale - Mate rotation Makes Creation of this great Nation. |