What is America
Posted: May 27th, 2017, 6:06 pm
I think America is the poets
everything else is a sham
there are great people in America
but making America great...again
it like saying you can rise the Titanic
from the bottom the Atlantic
and say a prayer and it becomes
its former glory
it's the poets, artists, writers, real thinkers
that once was some greatness in this home
of the slave, history is not kind no matter
how much it lies, greatness is not held in lies
no matter how much the flag wavers die
no matter how the mothers cry when
johnny does not come marching home ...again
and the flag was still there, but who really cares
it never was about making great, it was about war
like my dad always said, one of the only things
I remember him saying, "he gypped my pants"
we have been jypped by USA the corporation
they don't teach you how to think in school
they tell you what to think, you see where
that has gotten us...like when they said separation
of church and state, that was great
but was it ever really that way
all wars are religious wars
backed by satanic banks
oh, America you are a war on your own people
you are still breaking treaties with the natives
this wonderful beautiful land was filled with
buffalo, with pure lakes rivers and mountains
now it has become a desolation,
a nuclear waste dump, a billboard forest
an air conditioned nightmare as Henry Miller said
or like the poet Bukowski said,
"humanity you never had it to begin with"
poetry is still the refuge of people
that know how to think, and why
Jack was jazz, what I mean is
Jack and jazz go together
great words and great sounds
making it great in the middle
of this great land that once was free
and the sky is not fake cloudy all day
everything else is a sham
there are great people in America
but making America great...again
it like saying you can rise the Titanic
from the bottom the Atlantic
and say a prayer and it becomes
its former glory
it's the poets, artists, writers, real thinkers
that once was some greatness in this home
of the slave, history is not kind no matter
how much it lies, greatness is not held in lies
no matter how much the flag wavers die
no matter how the mothers cry when
johnny does not come marching home ...again
and the flag was still there, but who really cares
it never was about making great, it was about war
like my dad always said, one of the only things
I remember him saying, "he gypped my pants"
we have been jypped by USA the corporation
they don't teach you how to think in school
they tell you what to think, you see where
that has gotten us...like when they said separation
of church and state, that was great
but was it ever really that way
all wars are religious wars
backed by satanic banks
oh, America you are a war on your own people
you are still breaking treaties with the natives
this wonderful beautiful land was filled with
buffalo, with pure lakes rivers and mountains
now it has become a desolation,
a nuclear waste dump, a billboard forest
an air conditioned nightmare as Henry Miller said
or like the poet Bukowski said,
"humanity you never had it to begin with"
poetry is still the refuge of people
that know how to think, and why
Jack was jazz, what I mean is
Jack and jazz go together
great words and great sounds
making it great in the middle
of this great land that once was free
and the sky is not fake cloudy all day