American Lust

American Lust Rosewood Black Hills Wounded Knee Chinese Massacre of 1871 Bloody Monday The last black man shot The first cop acquitted The Chicago kid that said "I'm wit' it" The burnt flag The spitter, the pisser, the two that stood with fist raised, The ripper and Susan B. Anthonys with needle and thread. The soldier, the victim, for those who cannot stand, for bottled up passions that often erupt into these American Horror stories always forgotten For the guy with hands raised and still blown away Millionaires and billionaires; for those without a nickel to their name. It isn't disrespect until it happens to you. America the free, even After all this time, We still bleed as if the Cavalry was hootin and hollerin & horses' hooves a poundin' pistols drawn & women and children dyin' Sit if you must I ain't mad at you. We all die under "In God we Trust"