Kamikaze

We lay watch dogs down into The center of society Anticipating explosions in the horizon Refusing to acknowledge the bomb Clutched firmly in our sweaty hands We We We Are so busy focusing Outside of the looking glass Preening our feathers and cocking our guns What exactly are we looking for? Peering past the homeless, the children Illiterate people squinting past the stop signs The hustlers, babies in gangster uniforms Beaches receding like the hairline on the Statue of Liberty Our way of thinking Is getting old Textbooks used as decorations Knowledge chokes on itself Masters dripping profanity From the urban streets College board refuses to look past Test scores and Congress Denies The abilities to suspend Disbelief Ghetto Stereos blast unseemly Prophecies That we are clamoring to fulfill America invented the business of Selling and buying souls Creating a Monster The country of vanity and self-inflated egos Unable to stop ourselves From creating our own Tragedies