Afraid in America
Afraid to live a life not a copy of someone else’s life, “Oh, don’t mind me, “I’m just your average [Check only one box please {}]” …
Afraid to live a life others would share as patterns of kindness, not tatters of envy, nor burning rubber to sicken our breath, but healing the planet to save our air, our water, our biosphere — so fragile, extinction smokes your every engine-rev …
Afraid to admit religion functions to justify your pleasures, not your “soul,” which needs no luxuries to serve some god other than the god you adore in your toilette where Narcissus’s kiss prisses you up …
Afraid to tell yourself the truth you know only too well, that you believe in no truth you didn’t invent just this morning or buy into a while back since the price was cheap, everybody else agreeing to the lie making it safe for you to hide in numbers the way schooling fish sacrifice fringes …
Afraid to admit you’re intelligent life who owe yourself more than hatred and greed which ventriloquize you to dumb-scoff those who dedicate themselves to experiment, giving their all to better understand a world they did not choose but still must live in, bequeathing discoveries you slur or steal but have no right to, for all your rapine …
Afraid to live a life not a copy of someone else’s life, “Oh, don’t mind me, “I’m just your average [Check only one box please {}]” …
Afraid to live a life others would share as patterns of kindness, not tatters of envy, nor burning rubber to sicken our breath, but healing the planet to save our air, our water, our biosphere — so fragile, extinction smokes your every engine-rev …
Afraid to admit religion functions to justify your pleasures, not your “soul,” which needs no luxuries to serve some god other than the god you adore in your toilette where Narcissus’s kiss prisses you up …
Afraid to tell yourself the truth you know only too well, that you believe in no truth you didn’t invent just this morning or buy into a while back since the price was cheap, everybody else agreeing to the lie making it safe for you to hide in numbers the way schooling fish sacrifice fringes …
Afraid to admit you’re intelligent life who owe yourself more than hatred and greed which ventriloquize you to dumb-scoff those who dedicate themselves to experiment, giving their all to better understand a world they did not choose but still must live in, bequeathing discoveries you slur or steal but have no right to, for all your rapine …
Afraid just so, to consider quantum physics, though you worship your cell-phone and URL, your t.v., music files, and porn-hot hotels, unable to acknowledge your body which, out of that very arrogance, you abuse as if it were the culprit and not your rage that you hardly matter in a cosmos where matter is but one of the masks energy wears …
Afraid to reach down your hand to lift up the helpless, crucifying Yeshua yet again, then cursing government for damming your greed, as if you had license for holocausts to exterminate those who expect the law or, worse, respect the law as covenant and supplicate for its intervention that they may not be caged like animals (even in this doomsday of the Supreme Tort) since all other power is denied to them …
unAfraid you’ll ever be the one they wake up (you’re so truly rich!) to whip you off to X where, after they torture you, they torture you — that only happens to the other poor shit, the one who gave his life for America only to be mocked by the Pussy-Grabber in Chief, but you “hell-yeah’d” when he tore down the law, exposing your own backside to his Gropiness … Afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid of the savagery from which you evolved — that you are not beast enough to swallow the utter self-loathing you’re choking on, then vomit it up to swill it down again as your reasonableness and righteousness …
Given this day of doom in the year of our shame In the land of the me and the home of the slave …
unAfraid you’ll ever be the one they wake up (you’re so truly rich!) to whip you off to X where, after they torture you, they torture you — that only happens to the other poor shit, the one who gave his life for America only to be mocked by the Pussy-Grabber in Chief, but you “hell-yeah’d” when he tore down the law, exposing your own backside to his Gropiness … Afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid of the savagery from which you evolved — that you are not beast enough to swallow the utter self-loathing you’re choking on, then vomit it up to swill it down again as your reasonableness and righteousness …
Given this day of doom in the year of our shame In the land of the me and the home of the slave …