We didn’t want the king so we went to war.
We didn’t want taxes and now we are poor.
Today we watch as a prince and princess are wed.
Across the pond, pomp and circumstance is led
Down the streets that enslaved us from a distance.
Now England is our best ally when we need assistance.
The 13 colonies fought hard for freedom, make no mistake.
Now social wars continue inside these 50 broken states.
Now we mass import Chinese sweatshop products and plastic.
After we fought a war in Korea and a war in Vietnam
To keep the spread of communism from our children.
We chose our freedom to choose to win or lose.
Then our banks were bailed out and main street was fooled.
Corporate greed we sold out to instead of any king.
No universal health care for this country but today we sing
The Queen’s songs on this magical day.
No culture of our own, we have proved Britain’s colony today.
No royal family of our own to bow down to.
We still respect the crown and watch with eyes unglued.
No matter the blood spilled in past to have this view.
We still need a king and a slave trade too.
Numbers before my eyes.
New dates, new labor and times.
Not sure how they may take
Me from point A to make
It to point B, to another
Place to orientate.
To buy a house now.
To put money down.
Make charges on a card.
To sign my name King.
As the market bell rings
The future of a new family is found.
A home they wish to round
Out and make their own.
New paint, new floors, new loan.
As bombs fall in distant lands.
As gas drills into toxic water expands.
The state in which we were raised
We wish to educate our own.
To make a life of our own.
To make the world a better place.
No security in this space.
To live from month to month
Is to be American.
With no future but today
Marching into tomorrow in dismay.
Holding onto HOPE even if
It’s just a four letter word.
Armed Predator drones flying above.
Human emotions they know not of.
Hunting targets to be blown apart.
Continuing wars that politicians start.
Bombing people like ants.
Little blips on screens they scan.
From refrigerator boxes orders are sent.
Clicking, enjoying, sticking the fight.
An extension of our American might.
For Lunch spreading fire sauce on refried beans.
Right after firing on real human beings.
The video game generation’s calling.
Using their skills to strike the falling.
Civilian casualties just another factor.
Friendly fire another psychological reactor.
These eyes in the sky will find their prey.
Armed Predator drones are flying low today.
The easiest way to kill is by remote.
The targets on these monitors do not float
In the dreams of those who push FIRE.
No PTSD for the U.S. to rewire.
For killing is done best from afar.
No faces to see and remember like scars
Blinded, eyes wide shut.
Glued together with molasses.
Not able to open one eye.
Wearing dark sunglasses
To shade out the lies.
One year after the worst oil spill in history.
A year of speeches that promised change.
The gulf devastated as wildlife is inflamed.
Dead baby dolphins washing up on shore en masse.
An inch of crude in wetlands remains unprocessed.
No safety procedures created or addressed.
No way to prevent another blowout and mess.
Money not getting to the people it was promised.
Politics as usual as it bottlenecks progress.
Making sure the people affected don’t get access.
To the generations that built a great industry.
To the generations that built a great culture.
America has its values and you are clearly not part
Of the golden city on the hill that opens its heart
To all people except its own.
quick as lightning the pain strikes.
muscles cramping and cow prodding.
jerking and mouth frothing.
trying to say one simple word. HELP.
but it comes out as a yelp.
yell. yell. yell. hellllp.
noises your lips make but can’t control.
you soon realize you did not fall.
you are sitting still as the pain goes up.
As Jackson Marches up from your foot.
the leg releasing now and on to the next.
the pain rushes into your lungs as they flex.
gasping for air making each breath hurt.
quickly into the arm the nerves spurt.
all along you live inside your head
unaware where your body is being led.
knowing this too will soon pass
that this seizure will run out of gas.
that its electrical pulses can not last.
the flame sparks now up to your face.
the left side of your body follows the pace.
you are inflicted with epilepsy my friend.
this too will come and go again.
to be held captive by one’s body
is a lesson hard to learn.
for life’s precious moments need to be earned.
for the freedom of mind and body we all yearn.
my cells have been scanned.
for there is a genetic map on them.
i can rearrange them at will.
wake up and become the avatar i feel.
today i am all women.
dressed plainly but all Marilyn.
all her many vectors and shapes.
the math of her body forever saved.
for an eternity of souls to make.
i’m wearing a red dress too.
a hint of lavender, a hint of blue.
tomorrow i will be pure butch.
try on a little Eastwood, maybe too much.
be a real man in a real man’s world.
walk through town with my fists curled.
maybe you’ll look at me the wrong way.
go ahead punk, make my day.
who are we really I sometimes say.
we are genetically modified DNA.
our origin stamped on us to our dismay.
for no matter what shape i take now.
your eyes can see my identity somehow.
for we are all part of the same hive mind.
you look at me and know my kind.
you can trace my genetics through the tree.
you see the villages mankind pillaged.
you see the pilgrimage we took to sea.
how we barely survived the famines to be
the shape shifters sitting here before thee.
you see how my kind made it off our rock.
how we slowly joined the intergalactic flock.
how we united our minds and hearts.
now you know our pop culture and arts.
i see you as you wear your Sunday’s best.
i see your code as it runs the identification tests.
you are a light being from another star.
you have chosen to take on no shape so far.
oh how much i have to learn from you.
i am so glad we both can share this view.