America, grieving... <br />your oily fingers on <br />the wheel of the world, <br />your black heart of prejudice... <br />you pull the crumbs <br />from the mouths of the needy, <br />and litter your walkways <br />with the bones of children. <br /> <br />you poison your own crops, <br />and defile your own water. <br />you educate your children <br />in prisons dark, and <br />on foreign sands fighting... <br />for freedom, no! <br />you batter the people of color, <br />bruise them with your stars and stripes... <br />your hanging trees condemn you! <br /> <br />you cut the hearts out <br />of your working people, <br />and feed them fear and lies. <br />the stench of your excesses <br />rises to meet god, <br />the god you've created <br />in your blackened jealousy. <br /> <br />you taunt the spirit <br />with cries of freedom, <br />free speech, free thoughts... <br />and then break it with the <br />oppressive load of your debts. <br />Wall Street and big oil, <br />and the corporate demons... <br />no democracy here! <br /> <br />America, grieving... <br />your own will rise up, <br />and take down your flag!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/america-grieving/
