Woe Unto America! (Part 2) Poem by DM W

Woe Unto America! (Part 2)



Woe unto America,
With its gun toting troubled souls.

Woe unto America,
With its privatised prisons of mass incarceration.

Woe unto America,
With its cynical endorsement of the electric chair.

All hail America,
And its tribal idols of war.

All hail America,
And its turbo charged military mindset.

All hail America,
And its swift drones & F.16 birds of prey.

All hail America,
And its made for T.V wars of terror.

All hail America,
And its cool indifference to collateral damage.

God bless America,
And its electronic heart that bleeps emptiness.

God bless America,
And its neon lit madness.

God bless America,
And its rampant, casino culture.

God bless America,
Where Lady Luck services millions of lonesome losers.

God bless America!
And its starless, tenebrous nights: illuminated by mind obliterating mainlining.

All hail America,
And its swollen empires of glass & steel.

All hail America,
And its phallic skyscrapers penetrating the blue heavens.

All hail America,
And its febrile worship of money.

God bless America,
And its lame Elvis Presley clones.

God bless America,
And its epic, ever green golf courses.

God bless America,
And its petty suburban paranoia.

God bless America,
And its crass consumer driven paradises.

God bless America,
And its absurd plastic beauty.

God bless America,
And its fast food fascism.

All hail America,
And its changing fashions in a Godless Age of fabrication.

All hail America,
And its planned obsolescence

God bless America,
And its dread of red, compassionate socialism.

Woe unto America,
Whose elites own this wanton world.

Woe unto America, ,
Whose plagued streets are not paved with gold.

Woe unto America,
Whose malls are cathedrals: glorifying Mammon.

Woe unto America,
Whose Mickey Mouse watches will melt come the blazing sun of revolution.

Woe unto America,
Whose presidents are brands of business networks.

Woe unto America,
Whose spectral CIA pulls the strings of puppet dictatorships.

God bless America,
And its Fundamentalist Christians:
Bulging with bigotry.

Woe unto America,
With its Zionist zealots
Pursuing their racist, imperialist agenda.

Woe unto America,
With its opulent Disney lands:
Built on native Indian burial grounds.

Woe unto America,
Until the rebirth of the Dove in tongues of fire.

'Woe unto America! '
Proclaim the urban prophets:
In rapt graffiti visions.

Woe Unto America! (Part 2)
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