I See (American Nationalism?)
By A. Green

I see your flag
           Pride, you say, pride for a callous country
           Innocents die and we’re watching a smiling president
           Praising death on both sides of the spectrum
           Expounding on death and freeing him into a dying world
Yes, I see your flag
I see your stars
           Sewed by a woman who wanted unity and peace
           We got a false version of the first and a tainted second
           Where’s that coffee? Where’s the chai?
           Where’s the alarm clock when a country needs her?
           Wants? Hopefully
           But a twinkle doesn’t mean everything is o.k.
           Twinkling for racism, ethnocentrism, blindness, ignorance...
Oh yes, I see your stars
I see your stripes
           One for every forgotten colony
           One for every 500 ideals that our forefathers built this --
           Poor excuse for a country on
           Where are they now?
           They exist in a constitution
           A document full of wise words that are twisted and ignored
           And now that the shit fell out of time –
           In the form of some airplanes and some buildings –
           We feel like gritting teeth is the best solution
           Hmph... we’ve all heard that one before
           We’ve read how it had failed
           We’ve read about the waving of a red, white, and blue
           We’ve see the poison pattern imbrued with Americanism
I’m not blind; I see your filthy stripes
I see your media
           Whoa – what a brainwasher
           Here come the people with the sedatives again
           Longing to program a “truth” into the masses
           How? By TV... magazine... newspaper... radio... internet
           And now we don’t really know what’s going on
           Because the media is so fat
           We can’t see what’s on the other side
           But we accept because it’s the only thing they allow!
           The pigs – the selfish presidents
           The leader of the propaganda revolution
I see your fucking media
I see your country
           It looks like a giant feces
           Inside a small toilet
           Someone flushes and only a little goes down
           Only a small chunk
           But that someone will never leave
           That someone is everyone – their incessant flushing
Yes, I see your country; I do see

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