America, I Weep for You

America, I weep for you
Born in splattered independence
In violence spread from sea to sea
A land bled dry for you and me
A nation lost within in a Dream
Conductor of mystified second-chance glances
Grand canyoned and chasmed in madness that dances
On great plains of rage roaring rich under fire
Where the faint glint of stars alabastered expire
Where the Babylon Mountains manifest destiny
Where a banner woven quilt of chaos
Paints a holy hymened canvass
No rhyme, no reason, just a game
To see who’s standing in the end

America, I weep for you
Jesus of suburbia
Satan of the city
You try so hard to stay unique
Made from multi-colored rag-coats
Splayed in shades of bigotry
And when it’s over
When the rod has recoiled and the medals dispensed
When the anthem played out and the tears wiped away...
But it’s never really "played out", is it?
Tears never really "wiped away", are they?
Not really...

There are some who believe we should cherish each other
To nurture and care for our sisters and brothers
If we want to achieve the beyond we believe in
But you know, America, there awaits no such reprieve
No saintly souls to be canonized
No sanctified codes reserved for sacred scribes
Only fiercely exhaled fumes from black-ironed nostrils
Expelled in the face of a weak human race
Gentrified in the fragments of sacramental minds
Loud and stubborn and unapologetic in our superhuman recourse
Where no mortal recusal can be forgiven, much less survive

Why do I weep for you?
America, I’ll tell ya:
I watched Waco burn in the span of a wasteland
With demented resentment for those basted, chaste lives
And while over their heads came the dread of a new day
We drank in their affliction under ashen-splashed skies
And the shots rung throughout the hollowed halls of Columbine
Hammered out a refrain we had not heard before
But sadly would again in time and with much more crescendo
I’ve witnessed your spirit respired from existence
When your wings tipped infinity then descended precipitously
And hard cities wrapped sick in some sleep deprivation
Were forced into a coma for generations on end
Preserving the Dream steadfast and unflinching
Built on the backs of those fleeced in the streets
Their willpower devoured by Holocaust zombies
Their faces affright in the dawn’s early light

America, I weep for you
Hundreds of millions of heartbroken tears
One fallen for each of your quixotic convicts
Who call on Christ to free a fetus
Who argue with a loaded gun
Who honestly believe they’re blessed beyond the suns of other nations
Who hold heads high in strapless fashion
Who make believe Jehovah cares
But not about the ones they bomb
Because their gods speak indistinctly
Who sleep awake while hypnotized
And feast on banquets dressed in excess
Who bear the weight the world can’t carry
Who circumvent their skeletons and float unfettered fat downstream
Who smile behind their silent scream

America, wake up and realize you can’t astride these wretched lies
When you become a peaceful population liberated from segregation
I’ll wipe my eyes of my frustration and look on you with adoration
Your torch once beckoned huddled masses seeking redemption
To storm your boundless, teeming shores
And when again you lift your lamp against the golden door
And the tempest-tossed who need protection
Hear your colossus roar restored
America, I’ll weep no more.