Uncle Sam

My dear Uncle Sam,

Minor laws equate to major flaws in the vast
molehills you create
mountains of ignorance and indulge in colic diarrheas of decadence.
Unwilling to spare a damned wooden nickel to save the very trees that
cradled
your forefathers.
What is the worth of your billions of blood dollars to the thousands who
Eat sand and choke on the exhaust you force them to happily tote to their
Toddling infants—
I wonder how you sleep in your muscle, how your bio-nuclear heart whirs and
Thumps
When the wheezing masses huddle under the tattered lie, wrapping themselves
In oak boxes and swaddled in the same spangled shroud they had
vowed to serve,
that idiotic rag tinged with blood and tears and pallid woes,
flapping, and flailing,
stealing the tongues of wailing mothers and orphaned daughters,
fooling,
shushing those red-eyed, black-ringed schmucks to bear their tragedies,
gagged
by their own solemn oaths, for the ruse you fabricated just for them.
Your brutal tactics, what elegantly pretty names you bestow on such cruel vices—
commercialism, capitalism, Darwinism—
Placing these cute labels on your filth, your filthy dreams,
How you preach, false prophet, with the promise of salvation through
Sending money to your stones and orchestrated pillages
You have set lies in the place of old memories, to make us forget,
To dull the glare of scars by dimming our visions with your
Suffocating smokescreen,
our voices weakened and rasping so you can honestly say you haven’t heard us.
Dumb
Us,
We are anachronisms,
Simple meat cogs in your grand scheme,
We turn and toil, and dance to your violent metronome, fetid through your adept corrosion
I guess your only true advice is: When you’re at the end of your rope tie a knot and
Hang yourself.