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The country is sick
Where has it been?
It ran through the rain and vomited up
Today.
The children, hungry, are crying
And praying
And kneeling
On their skinned mother's and father's knees
Crying over their old man, Sam
Who's sick and being blamed.
No one has a home anymore
Except those hidden up there--
The golden folks, pearly teethed
Those mink furs, those blameless foes
Those women who suckle
From those men that suckle
From the People.
No one's screams are heard
No one's heads are out their windows
No screams of how they're Mad as hell, and not gonna take it anymore
Everyone is silently in their minds, on their knees
Licking the last bit of food off the floor.
I want to rub them out
I want to rip their hair--
Those bastards that take our lives and
Penetrate their corporate welfare with our Goodness.
I want to cut them out--
Cut out the genitalia of the war profiteers
Stick pins in the hearts of those who make money off of
Sewing the mouths of those who are writhing and screaming
And bawling shut.
All I have seen is b*****d after b*****d above me
Take and take behind a mask with a smiling face
And rosy cheeks
And promises
And clean hair and straight teeth
And exploited African babies
And people without money and love and life
And countries that are "evil"
And people that must be killed
And people that must be famous--they do anything for the camera--
The squeakiness of their skin and the black tar,
Corrupted, silk on fire, heart of iron that pulses with mislead piousness--On their insides--
Pumping out bullshit
Pimping out pseudo-morale
Putting price tags on acts of goodness
And purity is sexed up and prepackaged and sold at the drive-thru--
Raping the country with golf courses and
Shopping Centers, Million Dollar communities
In the middle of a grave yard of a thousand
Dead animals
I vomited
I vomited because the air is so filthy with those People.
I vomited the last ounce of love I had for where I am--
Where I am isn't what it was anymore.
And all I have seen
In my ten years of sight
Is the destruction of what we used to be
The closing in of the curtain
That's too thick
And it suffocates everyone
But those who paid to be safe
Up, up, in the sterile rafters
In the theater of the tragedy
"America".
The End.
- Title: All I Have Seen
- Artist: Crylie
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Description:
This is me writing my anger over something I'm passionate about in a poetic monologue.
I spit and froth as I recite this. - Date: 07/14/2011
- Tags: have seen
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- Lucetta Dianella - 08/09/2011
- 5/5 Powerful and well written.
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- Crylie - 07/14/2011
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