Ancient Offspring.

Americana Injustica

How many distant stars,
have we pondered in all,
with your eye from afar,
for your mind to recall,
In search of a meaning,
When our earth is bleeding,
And it never stops seeming,
to be ready to fall,
How many soldiers attacked,
for the voided sake of it all
Desert Storm, the Gulf, Iraq,
Our veterans come home to Hell,
Walk it off with the whip’s crack,
brainwashed to think all is well,
Nobody seems to consider how,
It’s our own liberty under assail,
We like to throw our weight around,
We chase around after our tails,
Its great, a truly amazing thing:
The way our melting pot,
Has become a brew of slop,
Along the way, I think we forgot,
To keep a common identity,
Because look at us now,
Bitter and segregated
Unsure, full of hatred,
of the differences in things,
Defined in the lines between,

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