Written May 2017

It’s the soul

of America

its the sold

to America

it’s fools gold

in America

glittering soldiers

sold stories

red, white,

and blue

broken glory

same old story

sell your soul

for American


chase Dragons

and scream

from Blue Ridge Mountains

and stolen Black Hills

into Babylon’s rivers

our soul spills

ashes to ashes

no cheap thrills

fill the Euphrates

and Tigris

create Hades

and die for this

hell inside

of our minds

we fell off the hill

no rewinds

we don’t shine

we dine with feral dogs

and vultures

feasting like fat hogs

on demonized cultures

in our eyes

you won’t see God

our soul was lost

and we’re a fraud

forging God’s will

claiming she would support us

still, we erect statues

saluting our slave-owning heroes

claiming they’re all better

than Nero

as they preach fear

and go from palace

to palace

singing and laughing

sipping blood from the chalice

dripping with hate


it’s fate

they say

God, she’s day to day

so now we must stay

the course

though we put the wagon

before the horse

we will catch the dragon,

achieve our goal…

maybe America

never had

a soul.

About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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