Patriotism

We, the people, are bound to the star spangled banner
by invisible chains,
The red or the white under thumb of the blue,
Pardons allotted by popular opinion
Tube fed via T.V. IVs
Injecting submissive streams of consciousness
Political disease, growing rampant
Among the mentally weak,
Constitutionally correct, realistically immoral.

We, the people, hunt our own,
roll around in the blood of our brothers,
Steal food from the mouths of our mothers.
Supermarket typhoons poison us,
While the FDA condones.
Hospitals assist our suicides,
Health insurance assures we pay the toll,
As debt engulfs us like a tide that never lulls.
Prosecutors use no prejudice
When condemning the guilty or the innocent,
The judges follow suit.
We appoint our leaders
from a handful of puppets,
Who piss on their promises of change.
We ask what they will do for us?
They answer what we will do for them,
Raised up on moats they boast tried and true campaigns,
Doused in white paint funded by the people,
Tax dollars lain to waste.
The tabloids polish their boots,
to celebrate their approved victory,
Like mother birds regurgitating sustenance for eager mouths,
that know to only eat what they are given,

We pledge our allegiance,
Because it is the American thing to do.
We put our hands over our hearts,
Like soldiers bore their shields
Protecting our lives
Whether from or for the red, white, and blue.
Proud children line our classrooms,
Spoon fed bullshit stew
That proofreads history
To scribble out cowardious truths.

We, the people, allow the blood of our youth to fill trenches,
And Fed Ex a few amputated blokes home,
Stamped with short lived honor, and murder pardons,
While civil genocide erodes,
Like pulsating open sores,
That infect a disintegrating culture,
And deface green laden fathers
With a price to mark our enslaved souls.

Hungry pockets pay tenfold
Beware the reaper won't be bought,
When our souls have already been sold.
Our Maker has no use for fool's gold.
With liberty and justice for all,
Pretty words without cohesion
Are ideals doomed to fall.

This poem is about: 
My country

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