There are refugees
with PhD’s and law degrees
who can’t afford Mickey D’s
but we keep giving
Uncle Sam the keys
to create more and more and
war is all we’re good for
and building walls
and locking doors
and it’s two years shy
of a score
we crowd elders and youth
on a concrete floor
and the world can’t take anymore
we debate about
who lit the flame
but continue to pour
more and more and more and more
gasoline on the unseen
masses who disappear
and with the gas can in hand
we shed alligator tears
as we tiptoe through
the centuries
of ashes and dust
and we watch the tulips grow
and we watch the answers
blow in the wind
with rain
and brains
and desecrated remains
but mental chains can break
and humanity can wake
and we can all re-learn
to take only what we need
and we can all re-learn
to feel the pain
when the earth and humanity bleed
and we can all re-learn
to rise above fear and greed
and have only
good thoughts, words, and deeds
and stop pretending
that we can buy the earth
with feathers and beads
and stop pretending
that we are kind and just
as we play god
and turn the living
into ashes and dust,
and stop pretending
that we’ll be the one empire
that doesn’t rust
and fade back into the soil
no more than ashes and dust
ourselves,
no more trading life for oil
no more trying to spoil
this beautiful planet
to make a buck
no more ignorance
no more apathy
no more greed
no more hatred
no more Americans
not giving a fuck
about everything
that they pay to destroy
soitgoes1984 