Safe, protected, free, just, wealthy.
"You're safe in America."
"Our government will protect you."
"We have the most just system in the world."
"America is the wealthiest nation."
Welcome to the United States,
where safety is police brutality against
our own citizens; where the food we
eat is pumped full of poison; where
our guns are taken from us to keep us
"safe", when the enemy is on the home front.
Welcome to the Land of the Brave,
where men and women lose their lives
over another nation's resource, even though we've
got the technology to keep them home; where
a man turning into a woman is more
important than hundreds dying in an earthquake.
Welcome to the Land of the Free,
where free will and creativity is
frowned upon and conformity is the
latest trend; where its citizen's opinions
go straight to the garbage while those
already in power continue making decisions.
Come on over to the USA,
where child molesters serve less time
in prison than those caught with a plant;
where you can be arrested simply because
your skin is a different tone; where a mother that
killed her child got away with a slap on the wrist.
Make a trip to the wealthiest nation,
where one percent of the population holds
every cent, while homelessness is at an
all time high; where religion means no
taxes, and it costs an entire years pay
just to afford a higher education.
Make your way to the Land of the Corrupt,
where the War on Terror is a scam,
and our nation's biggest tragedy was a planned attack;
where the poor are forced to pay taxes with
money they don't have, while the wealthy
gloat in flashy suits and Mercedes Benz.
Don't eat anymore out of their greedy hands.
Take your freedom back.
House our homeless.
Block out the media, it's an illusion.
Stop fighting for a country that wants you to die.
It's time to make a change.
Copyright © Morgan Richards | Year Posted 2015
Storing all a"s,the bazaar,
Of the three one is profit,
Bazaar like the heart of the township,
Supplying noise commodities to the ear consumers free,
A place buying richness and selling poorness,
Most of the sellers only with minds but hearts,
Money is like blood running all over the Shop nerves,
Some buys,some sells,some bags and some begs,
Also some bugs drawing blood in the down town,
The debt rolling like wheels,
Very busy like only today no tomorrow's,
The merchants of Venice sits,
Shylocks carrying fault scales to weigh flesh,
Bazaar,the chased satan's official bungalows!
Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2015
(Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition)
(Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition)
A fucked up world it’s a fucked up place,
Everybody judged by their fucked up face,
Fucked up dreams, of a fucked up life,
Sleep with a whore, leave a fucked up wife,
Fucked up moms with them fucked up dads,
And a pot belly cop with a fucked up badge,
Fucked up thoughts of a fucked up mind,
Kid got fucked, but the candy was kind,
Fucked up eyes, wishing fucked up things,
Aim high and they cut your fucked up wings,
Fucked up words of a fucked up tongue,
Speak against the fucks, feel a knife kiss your lung,
Fucked up city, acts fickle as fuck,
More bullets than breeze in the air, gotta duck,
Rich survives, but the poor got no luck,
What's the big deal when nobody gives a flying fuck.
Fucked up homes, families gone sick,
Pre-teen hymens getting pierced by pricks,
Fucked up girl, twelve, wishing for a son,
Lord save the world, fuck this shit, I’m done,
Fucked up boy, snorts coke for fun,
Can’t spell ‘caine? My business, that’s none,
Fucked up youth, more booze in their veins,
Than blood, then they question – is the world insane?
Fucked up killer with his fucked up lust,
Raping before peeling off her skin is a must,
Fucked up teachers of a fucked up school,
Molest a student, give him grace marks, all cool,
So many fuckwards enter schools with a glock,
And then shoot kids and all other fucks on the block.
Fucked up man and his fucked up job,
Sit on a protest, vandalize with the mob,
Fucked up the streets set fire to the cars,
For the sake of a drunk celebration at the bar,
Fucked up preacher, tight jeans he’ll scoff,
Bet it’s not gay porn to which he’s jacking off,
Back home, his wife does her fucked up prayers,
Proceed to cover herself in a dozen black layers,
Black conscience, fucked up our thoughts,
Sit back, inhale, as our culture rots,
Won’t cut hair, yet shave their pubes,
Wombs neutered, kids bought in test tubes,
Cube of a mind, fucked up our views,
We prisoners to our habits, habits fucked up too,
Fucked up our votes, politics is a hoax,
Parliament is a picnic for filthy rich blokes,
Fucked up court is a brothel, no joke,
Cover hands in green, judge comes in two strokes.
Fucked up water and our fucked up food,
Has more chlorine fluroride dynamite than it should,
Fucked up history books about wise men,
Teaching kids that we been fucked up since then,
I myself am flawed, I repeat it again,
But the blood doesn’t lie, it’s the ink to my pen,
Think why we fucked up, ‘fore our morals fade away,
Why did real art give in to 50 Shades of Grey?
A sinister buffet, serving corrupted fillets,
Fucked up diet, still, “Too much do I weigh?”
Rolled up in a joint, our tradition’s a dismay,
Lit aflame, our heritage settled on the ashtray,
Fucked up game, dance to this ballet,
Makes you beg another day, pray you not be the prey.
Fucked up system, fuck that’s clichéd,
Like my fucked up poem, fuck, Lord, save the day...
Copyright © Adarsh Raj | Year Posted 2016