Pattern decked fabric at an altitude the lands can't reach.
Flapping in the atmospheres gasps, matching flickers of heat.
Red stripes, licorice like, increasing vanity
and Uncle Sams purple crayon set crafts mountains majesty.
Amber waves of travesty, burn morals and land
while the glare the flare produces blinds women, children and man
to every horror that stands, whether current or past;
Focused calamity through manning of a magnifying glass.
Every leaf lit, seed scorched, root rendered trash
but the bonfire that rises leaves a nation entranced.
Every thought demented, moral bent, families get thrashed
but the place cleared out for acres makes some pretty good land.
United we stand in divided states of mind, and the common man
is a titan, given party favors, a hat and an olive branch.
Knowledge scrammed over generations, liberties lollygagged,
but confetti is steady carried keeping U.S. where the party's at.
History serves as reminder for how things go downhill quick
while ours reminds us for the need of a kill switch.
Laws created under our nose, leaves us tickled with quill pens
we won't mind till the euphoria feel ends:
Risen in bed, cold sweat. Woke at crack of the slavemaster
Reminded of plight of blacks when whites, defied all their gray matter.
We're all soaking in tears of the native man seen after
the American dream bursted right through his dream catcher.
Or the small child from baghdad that cried when he bagged dad
Does he understand he's a pawn in a ploy to score black cash?
When the machine consumes it all, even those holding it up
It'll take a martyrs beating heart to get deployed and blown up in its gut.