American Nightmare
"... the land of the free"
well, not really ...
there is property tax, payroll tax,
federal tax, state tax, gas tax,
sales tax and you will go to jail for ...
loitering.
No standing idly around on
Your Free Land.
"... and the home of the brave."
well, perhaps
all the braves are dead
as their women held a papoose.
Then, all the black men and women
that were hung on cottonwood trees
their guts on the ground
for crowds of white folks to see.
What a Brave show!
Then american families of
Japanese ancestry held
in desert camps lest they harm
their Real Brave neighbors.
Now, today, its a Guantanamo
or other foreign lands
we blow
up in the name of freedom
by laser driven weapons
and Our Brave Drones.
So, wave the flag children
and sing the song
as you cheer your sport
gladiator hero
coming on the field.
Look how brave and free!
How wonderful and humane we are ....
there are no more lions!!
Whoopee !
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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