SOS
Sacrifice Our Souls… an ode to violence, america’s pastime
Fallen Disney princesses
Are no longer needed
To hide the military
And the mercenaries
As they continue to spread
World War Three
To more and more countries
Filled with dehumanized masses
Our Brown and black
Sisters and brothers
Praying to the wrong version
Of a monotheistic god
This sibling rivalry
has gotten out of hand
Ishmael was the first born
But his Poppa had to raise Cain
Because the maid was undocumented
And finally Mama made Isaac
And ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
And Abraham was the father
Of genital mutilation
And Isis is an African Goddess
And the CIA stole her name
And carved it
Into a rock (Iraq)
With a butchers knife
Yet again defiling black women
And that Sarah was a spiteful wife
Old Abe should have
Stayed with the maid
But he was willing
To sacrifice a Lot…
Though, was it ‘god’ telling him
To behead his son
Or just the twisted voice
Inside his head?
But so it is written,
And it’s all the same
Year after year
War after war
And we cheer as Adrian Peterson scores
As some scream and yell
At Roger Goodell
But Ray Rice’s wife should have known better,
Some say,
She should have expected
all the roid rage… SHE’S to blame!
And just like Mike Brown and Trayvon,
We’re great at blaming victims
Or bombing them,
As long as they’re Brown
or Black
Or as long as they were
Born in Iraq
Or somewhere like it,
We don’t give a shit
If they’re gunned down
By cops
Or drones
Or poor farm and city kids
With dreams of VA loans…
And these bread and circuses
Have been genetically modified
They’re in our blood now
And it boils
When the newsman talks
Of war on our streets
Between “thugs” and police
And the cops can kill
Any black or brown kid they want,
Label him a criminal
And all is forgotten
The blood on the government’s hands
Washes away
Come game day
And OF COURSE
we want Adrian Peterson
and Big Ben
and Ray Rice to play
For the love of the game
For the love of the
Cowboys and Redskins
Skinny dipping
GMO chips into settlement hummus
Is the ballgame on?
Yes, but the president
is giving a speech
about another war in the Middle East…
but that makes me feel bad
plus, fuck Baghdad
better them than us, right?
And we’re right where they want us
Glued to the TV
Watching the disciples
of Edward Bernays preach,
and locked in our rooms
watching porn on the computer screen
Instead of watching
the universe in our lovers eyes
too stressed out from
nine to five
thankless jobs we hate
family and friends we tolerate
significant others we take for granted
and long walks on the beach are too romantic
but…
fuck it,
grab a bucket
hit the beach and pick up trash
but stay out of the water
in some places
or you’ll probably get a rash
but they have pills for that
and if you’re too fat to get it up
there’s pills for that
and if you’re too depressed to get out of bed
there’s pills for that
and if you think that you’d be better off dead
there’s pills for that
but beware of all the suicide-side effects
after all, they could give a fuck about us
they have a bottom line
and if you and I die
by our own hand
it’s one less soldier in the fight
one less person
pointing out the mess
that America has become
one less person not afraid
of Johnny and his gun…
no, I won’t give up
and I won’t run
I’ll keep trucking along
Singing these songs
Stuck inside my head
These songs
of freedom and peace…
and fuck the police,
but I love the human beings
behind the badge and the gun
they’re all someone’s daughter or son
they’re our brothers and sisters
and I feel sorry for them
that they don’t see
that I am you
and you are me
and we’re all one
like Preacher Casey says
in Grapes of Wrath
and two paths diverged
but billions of souls all merged
at the beginning of time…
and I don’t wear a watch
and I don’t have an i-phone,
and all time is all time
and truth and justice
are universal
and this isn’t a fucking rehearsal
this is it…
and all the politicians
and all the taxpayers
and all the casualties of war
wake up in the morning
and take a shit,
but only some
wipe their asses
with blood drenched hands…
and is this language too filthy?
And are these words
Too difficult to comprehend?
Oh, I think I got it…
is the ballgame on again…?
soitgoes1984 