protest poem.

i am a slave

we are all
slaves

bastards -
born,
pushed out of
america's cunt

america,
you lied to me

you promised me a life
of freedom
of liberty
of justice
a dream in your name

where is it?
any of it?

it's not coming

everyone hates you
but everyone
thinks
they love you

i love you (?)

this is going nowhere
but america
you are going somewhere:

down

you are descending
while you are
deciding
who we are
and
how we will live
but you,
you are dying,
and you,
you will die

so
take what you want
take away our "freedom"
take away our "liberty"
and please
take away our "justice"

and we too,
will take

to the streets

and a new world
will rise,
the birth of our
blood
and
your demise

and the sun will rise
and it will shine
the most brilliant red
you have
ever seen