Yeah, so I wrote this a while ago, and have done a ton of edits since then. I recently did a larger one that I turned in for a poetry class, and it seemed to impress everyone a bit, so I figured I'd throw it up here on SG to give someting for a random passerby to read. It's real heavy handed and it is kind of exclusive-sounding; like it's on areal Us vs. Them tip. It's not supposed to tho. It's more supposed to be real inclusive in that we're all Americans and we're all privy to what's happening and we all represent our country to the rest of the world and we all need to question whether we weant to look like ragin' cowpokes or like the model of democracy that the US is billed as to the rest of the planet. Anyway, ehough of my blathery shit, just peep the poem. Tell me if you like it or not. It's called "Captain America".
Raw mangling, take foes and start strangling,
were down home fellas into beers and steer wrangling;
star-spangling, but theres no captain America here,
just a pre-emptive power policy based on imposing fear
that takes possible enemy combatants, runs current ear to ear
and leaves conditions on 3rd worlds to make Mother Theresa tear.
Swallow the fear, open ear, stand up now and fight the facts
I bombed the railroad tracks but how come I cant relax?
I saw jail housing projects built to keep Latinos and Blacks
Navajos, Eskimos, Intuits and other wack jacks
taken away for the crime of escapism in plastic sacks
But hey, lets bring it back: makes me wanna
bag, tag, and click-clack, get that which we are owed
rather than what we are bestowed
Still what I knowed
raises my ire, makes me perspire, walking on a tightrope wire
between liar and defiler, they grab arms and open fire,
when cash should be for kids, even grandpa cant retire.
Hell, whats to admire when half the planet hates your kind
Cant buy an orange rind cause the economys undermined
Find an unkind word to say and its levied with a fine;
Someones dad is in Guantanemo serving unjust time
What do you think of countries that support despotic kings?
While your family starves they buy themselves jewel encrusted rings
and sing a song of sixpence, a barrelful of oil
Toil away at time, it doesnt heal the turmoil
Its black because their hearts pump it up from deep beneath the soil
and bring it to a boil just to see the serpent coil.
Words are altered and rewritten for weapons of mass destruction
that got there in the first place cause of our own concerned corruption
Were dropping bombs on village heads; they havent even got a reason
Liberation? Seems more like its hunting season
Weve become complacent to the fight, done away with rights,
Like albino pigeons in olive branches seen through shotgun sights.
Raw mangling, take foes and start strangling,
were down home fellas into beers and steer wrangling;
star-spangling, but theres no captain America here,
just a pre-emptive power policy based on imposing fear
that takes possible enemy combatants, runs current ear to ear
and leaves conditions on 3rd worlds to make Mother Theresa tear.
Swallow the fear, open ear, stand up now and fight the facts
I bombed the railroad tracks but how come I cant relax?
I saw jail housing projects built to keep Latinos and Blacks
Navajos, Eskimos, Intuits and other wack jacks
taken away for the crime of escapism in plastic sacks
But hey, lets bring it back: makes me wanna
bag, tag, and click-clack, get that which we are owed
rather than what we are bestowed
Still what I knowed
raises my ire, makes me perspire, walking on a tightrope wire
between liar and defiler, they grab arms and open fire,
when cash should be for kids, even grandpa cant retire.
Hell, whats to admire when half the planet hates your kind
Cant buy an orange rind cause the economys undermined
Find an unkind word to say and its levied with a fine;
Someones dad is in Guantanemo serving unjust time
What do you think of countries that support despotic kings?
While your family starves they buy themselves jewel encrusted rings
and sing a song of sixpence, a barrelful of oil
Toil away at time, it doesnt heal the turmoil
Its black because their hearts pump it up from deep beneath the soil
and bring it to a boil just to see the serpent coil.
Words are altered and rewritten for weapons of mass destruction
that got there in the first place cause of our own concerned corruption
Were dropping bombs on village heads; they havent even got a reason
Liberation? Seems more like its hunting season
Weve become complacent to the fight, done away with rights,
Like albino pigeons in olive branches seen through shotgun sights.