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MORBIDLADY
AMERIKAN LULLBY LIFE AND DEATH IN AMERICAN BY. SARAH GREEN Stop! Stop for this moment and listen to the words of the masses. The masses are angry. The masses are hungry for vengeance. The masses want to use violence. The masses are sickened because they¿ve been forced fed the meat of despair and poverty. The masses are rioting, vomiting on the streets of America. The United States is covered in piss. A giant egg of vomit soaked in grease slides down the Rocky Mountains and something stinks real bad in D.C. People are walking, stuffing their noses. People are shitting themselves from fear. Something stinks bad in America. Someone hasn¿t collected the garbage. In this wasteland millions of children are agonizing under the brutal spheres of liberalism and realism, under the stagnant leadership of our two Houses, the Mother Republicans and the Father Democrats, the hungry children are asking to be fed, can¿t you see their aching eyes, soaked in despair, soaked in alcohol, beaten faces, faces of children, on their knees, and across the globe. Do you still know that we maintain the status quo of the great American Dream by marching youths away into the deep deep desert dunes, carrying the great Patriot Act along with them, carrying the whole of the world on their shoulders. Do you still know, where your truth is any longer? As youths die pointless in pointless battles, pointless mobs patrol pointless stadiums. As youths die rotting in the deep dark ghettos of America somewhere, rich white Jewish kids bathe in Birthright Israel and stand behind large walls between Gaza and Gadid. How many of our hands put up that fascist barrier in the heartland of the Middle East? With boundless amounts of cash we poured into the heart of the Zionist entity. There is no freedom any more. The United States of America is already a ruined society, fishing itself out of its ass. The United States of America is lost in a world of debauchery, unable to come to its senses, unable to awaken. Here in America large rural parts of the homeland are empty of thoughts and feelings, like the actual Genesis. Here in the agricultural boredom of our Midwest a young girl has just sliced her veins open and dark red beautiful virgin blood is pouring on the murderous first-fallen snow. And graveyard is splendid. Big gorgeous beautiful death. And long long fields of wheat are covered in shredded ice, obelisks of stones in graveyard mark our bleak existence. Hurricanes. Fires in California. Land of Slavery. Look at the country, giant, greasy, filled with fat, and rusted and rotten, and metallic, old, gothic structures, dilapidated schools, the hanging place for our sour white necks, where in the dingy restroom rotten flesh has corrupted the once pure and noble body. Brave, dark, corruption. We have slaughtered millions of people to build this country. We have, we have slaughtered them, and not by any great accident, but we did it deliberately, only because we were too scared to slaughter each other, but that¿s what we really wanted to do ¿ slaughter each other. We slaughtered everything that stood between our empty pocket and the Pacific ¿ and so the heads of gracious American Indians fell off their bodies to their earth, and our big destined capitalists stood with magical smiles spread across those thug-like faces. Stained with smoke and chiseled in whisky, the face of the Cowboy that rips your spinal chord out of your back has heroically entered our mainstream blood flow and become saintly. Here we slaughtered the buffalo, and no harm has been committed. Who the fuck gives a shit about the buffalo, anyway. Big dumb animal. We enslaved, in bondage, in torture our people, we exploited each living wage for misery on planet earth. We took the first born baby and deemed it ready for war. Stamped it, shipped it. The mother, not knowing, her offspring is doomed for battle, humiliation, and ultimate death in the streets. Something rots in America. Something stinks real bad. What happened to the terrorists who persecuted the rich? What happened to the millions of students who lined the streets, enchained their arms to one another, and swore on their hearts, lives, futures, that they will not retreat from the frontlines of the protest, nor bullets could stop them, what has happened to those students who broke their skulls for the sake of freedom on the broken dirty asphalt outside the Pentagon? They were there. I know they were. I saw their beautiful faces in black and white images, not in my school books. And still something stinks bad. The stench is horrible, people are dying from stench. People are throwing themselves overboard. Too much. Too much excess. Giant Nation. Giant people, fat, horrible. People with no knowledge of persecution. People of Christ and Israel. People of the dollar bill. People of white blood and white power. Women with no power. Blacks with no power. Immigrants with no power. Power in money. Power in war. People of football and baseball and Capitalism. Empire Luxury Excess. People of war, people of occupiers and invaders and crusaders. We are the tyrants of Cuba, the Philippines, Korea, Vietnam, Japan, Russia, Afghanistan, Iraq, and Palestine, and Harlem, and Cincinnati, and L.A. We are so proud of all the people we have slaughtered ¿ so proud that we choose to dismiss their existence, we dismiss the Holocaust of Vietnam, the Holocaust of Iraq, the Holocaust of the Working Class. We dismiss the protests on the streets all across America, lined with youths, with my communist brothers and sisters, with red scarves around their faces, with truth in their heart and anger in their palms. Whatare we doing? What has become of the children we were? ¿We are the can-do people!¿ ¿ Propoganda! ¿In God we trust!¿ ¿ Propoganda! ¿USA!¿ ¿ Propoganda! Each fist in the air rocking to the sounds of hardcore, freedom, and protest AGAINST THE POLICE STATE makes me stronger. Each fist in the face of tyranny across the globe makes me happier. I go to sleep afraid for my words. I wake up stronger then ever. This is not our land. This is not our earth. We are the scorn of existence. And you read this and you hate me. You hate me. You know this is all true. After you fuck patriotism, after you fuck God, and after you fuck happiness ¿ you know this is true. This is why you hate me ¿ you hate truth. This poem is not for the kind who want the exultance of sitting in coffee shop, indulging in smoke, high fat artery clogging foods, talk, talk, mindless talk . . . lots of mindless talk about nothing that will matter or matters. ¿Sarah,¿ She tells me, ¿Sarah, stop being so serious, please.¿
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