craved for in-de-pen-dence
ended up in-the-dense-pen
democracy aint hours to keep
we tripped, the fall was steep
wounds, so rotten so deep
deceit rules
the truths are a ruse
the body just floated
eyes sunken, face bloated
corpse swamped in flies
celebrating the success of lies
decay clothed in bright colors
gold-plated rust
silicone brazen bust
media hands over dead red roses
rebranding?! Holy Moses!
sweet musky stench in our noses
washing we hands with spit
pot-bellied, fooling around in a kilt
running a shameless race
moving at an aimless pace
what a waste of days
what a case, damn!
a patriot I am
a US marine in ‘Nam
green white green
rag in a bin
nothing is what it seems.
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