We the people
We the people divided
We the people alienated
We the varied
We the broken.
We who break each other down
and hide behind the pieces.
We who have bled,
who’s veins run drier with each passing day
and each beat of our mangled heart.
We the people forgotten.
The people begging for nourishment
only to be trampled on
The people asking for help,
and receiving only scorn.
The people who claim to love God
but only use the bible for hate.
A dictator at the helm
of this sinking ship.
There is cotton in his ears and
stitches binding his eyes.
He knows nothing of pain.
Can’t you see the children starving?
How their bones jut out of their skin
The same way your cash bulges out
of your pristine pockets.
Can’t you see the people dying?
The barrel of a gun in your throat
Bullets rain down like candy.
Don’t speak out of turn. Don’t say anything at all.
Cultures blended into obscurity
Praise the vanilla perfection
Adoration of sameness
Don’t you dare speak ill of us.
Love thy neighbor.
What an outdated, overrated concept.
Think of yourself and only yourself
fight for your own flesh
fortify your own bones.
That is the American dream.