Seeds Planted In a Dark Past

america the beautiful land of the damned and free free will to choose hell free country choose freely heaven is free free verse free of obscenities not truly free not truly damned i am the federal government i am america i am not beautiful i am shackled to the past my scars remain on my back do not touch me i have not been made perfected the snake strikes the eagle the black eagles are not fed will their heads ever turn bald and white concord from the past make thunder with your wing flap shoot lighting with your blink cause rain fall do not stop flying until the land is flooded until the snakes all drowned then feed your young and multiply on pure ground