The Discriminated

We are the discriminated
the sodomized
lobotomized, crucified
The dry blood in your eyes

tells the story of suffering
that you ignore
like dry bread

that a broken child ate last night
in death’s dream street
the unreal city of
rot and hollow hearts
[it was all she had to eat though]

She eats loneliness
yet someone feeds the President
while he digs
in search of Iraq

finding God and Oil
in a wishing well

We starve
unless we eat our flesh
I dare not eat my flesh
I dare not eat a heart
of darkness and of plague

II
We are the monsters
you threw into a political closet
because of your nightmare

and we are the victims
of it
We are the victims of preachers and teachers
telling rats to burn flags
in the name of a dead God
and a glorious leader

Burn the fucking flag
with your condomminums and
californication

like Japanese drones
in enslavement camps
building empires for the greedy

while you puff on your cigarette

Burn your fucking flag
like the steeple of perversion
the people of aversion
do in reality television

and evangelical serenades

that keep going and going and going and going


War is a monetary slogan
dreaming big - to the size of
the largest bomb

and children splash merrily
in rivers of Rot
unknown that the media
has fed them pills

unknown that soon
they too will die

To fucking hell with misfortunes
nobody cares – right?
Nobody cares when
HIV is an acronym

like SUV

and Hiroshima and Nagasaki
become nursery rhymes
while September 11th is a tragedy

because the U.S.
stands for us

[united we stand]

All your minds are belong to Bush

III
We are the dead men
in dead lands, dead hands
no longer carry the weight

of this apathetic world

Do you see the end of the world
I do not.  I do not.  I do not care

You tore the sun from the sky
and swallowed it
like a Hollywood special effect
you believe is real

We are the diseased -
the rotten meat hanging limply
from infected bone
This is what you did to us





and this is how we will

destroy

IV
The siren song from the apocalypse
little child, the blood politician
welcome to the funeral diner
Fear the fruit of fortune
bone and blood and bodies
anybody know the cure
for the hemorrhaging,

for the disease
you have spread to us

We are the defiled
we are the exorcized
Reconcile the slaughter
with a war against the culled
Drill a wire through
the moldy skull

and put you on the operating table
So pretty, a little wreck
so unstable.  Salt and lick

my wounds

We are the cursed skeletons
the children you put
in your memory

the children you threw away

in your abortion dream

We are the acid trip
of a crying mother -
you won't experience this

in your reality

Thank you for the disease
you have given us

We are the forsaken
with mouths of tar
How do

we breathe


V
we
  Are

swollen

              Faced

Glassy
Tongued
basilisks

The dangerous
              The wicked
                                The estranged

Do you fear the apocalypse
Do you fear the tragedy of
            Heaven
    Married with
                        Hell

Because We do
            We fear more
                          than you recognize

because we Understand
the clockwork fashion
of space and time

the spasm and the breath – the memory that defines
the ego.  (Cogito)
e.r.g.o  s.u.m.

If you
Wish to

Be our
Nightmare

Then we
Shall be
yours



Ring around the dead brain
pockets full of red rain
Bloody ashes
now we're all gone