hypocrisies so common in our
to lips and ears that go unseen
that trade between them.
buried secrets -
Gotta keep ‘em.
Involving and revolving ’round
and deadly weaponry without mercy or apology.
the opinions of it’s people pulling
to be free
from our culture’s
“kill or be killed”
Centralized and focused on the cash,
hardly earned legitimately.
A tarnished nation
eaten away from
the hollow husk it is today.
The future was delivered air mail yesterday.
vanished in the fray.
to the immorality
of our modern day reality.
from England’s dissect
created to protect
a way of living life unoppressed.
Living with happiness.
A fantastic theory put to the test
but time and records now attest
our freedoms led to a filthy mess.
Our attitude lay coiled
a slithering nest.
We, the people of greed
pound for pound in human flesh.
They die like us,
but in their death
their words and ideas are reborn,
Martyring and mothering
more dangerous concepts.
Our nation’s way of coping with stress
we’ve prescribed ourselves ignorance and closed-mindedness
and stress the importance of traditions
of the West
It’s a difficult fact to digest
my country leaves me unimpressed
Blindly led to be bled.
by God because we’re righteous,
Culture bleached white
leached those claiming to be selfless.
letting us drift
outdated views fuel war
an apocalyptic shift
that favors keepers of the crypts.
Stale opinions come together
solid as the fist
that brings down the gavel in
house and congress.
Secure in their station or office
they build our children’s coffins
with every name pulled in draft drawings.
And some are bribed to fight
Proposal sounding almost good in times as hard as these.
Contracting time to wipe the slate
change their fate
allowing new beginnings.
Or so they thought
collapsing into themselves from the top.
Sensing justice out of reach because of social rot.
Justice goes unserved because of the problem
our country’s got.
The need for soldiers
is the answer he sought.
This time he’s caught.
Erasing and defacing
the outline in the chalk
of the girl he was chasing
some might call “stalk.”
Money causes lawlesness
and unlearns morals taught
unleashing on the world
the criminals in cops.
Negotiations end in signing up
pawn placed carefully in the plot
and in Our War he fought.
Police questioning kindly stops.
The suspect walks
right into death
And when four years of fighting
is off the clock
if still alive the little things
cause his gun to be cocked
and perpetuating hate
lets his Glock fire down a rain
Wild, it’s insane
that we create “born killers” in droves
sent to try or die in flocks.
Innocents jammed between
hard places and the rock.
Signature on file
the charges drop
behind key and lock.
Sweet governmental pillow talk.
yet again reinvented
by those who handle information redirected.
New history inspected by our own government
without the sources
Who’d contest it?
Civil outburst now prevented
less angry voices heard commenting
means political ascention
at least until the poll results are sent in.
brought by laws now bent.
Political support thrown to the largest donor check.
Years in office with this mentality
has sent us into wreckage.
But our people are oblivious
to this illness we’re infected.
Still a smile is all we need
no research is invested
in the officers’ objectives
filling in the bubble we lose all our perspective
keeping bigotry in place
by politicians we elected.
by a bubble, unselective.
lawful corruption now perfected.
Circulations forever in the press
tells our people lies when addressed.
Time moves on and we’re failing to progress.
American pride growing less and less
almost a government to detest.
A system failure in it
the growth of our society’s brightest,
The crumbling infrastructure brought upon itself
this entire mess
Though with official stories that persist
they continue to insist
with pointed fingers
the blame lay elsewhere.
“Our country’s innocent!”
The truth in our guilt,
we’ve barely seen a glimpse.
Stuck in a country with a government run amok
out of luck
unless we organize
Out with the corrupt
Change is scary
It is necessary
I dream someday I’ll view us
with a lessor degree
To Civil Reinvention,
Take action on the issues discussed.
Make a fuss.
Let the world know you’ve had enough.
Our future is gone
unless we’re tough
enough to create a difference
when Uncle Sam calls our bluff.
As a side note, I wrote this poem two days before 9/11. I had the urge to write, and ended up spending a couple hours with this spilling out of me and tears streaming down my face. Needless to say, I was quite unnerved. The mind is a curious thing. We don’t give it enough credit.
© 2001 by Michelle Ferris