Despair for a nation

I wanted you so long ago but you were not there. You had found someone else and I let you go.

You were free when met but are now imprisoned in a world of mud and moss.
Trapped in a bog of self pity, the quagmire of the souls of those who are damned.
Where is your release? Is there hope for you?
Or are you lost deep inside the mind of the great sadist?

How old will the world grow and when will it pass away as we wait for you to catch up and get a clue?
The only way out is self immoliation, the soul must be annihilated and re-created.
Where is the courage of the initiate when it comes to the fire that purifies the soul.
Everything moves so fast and we don't take the time to live, examine or recreate.
We do what does come next, no thought of consequence or equalization.
The gods will not be robbed of their revenges, for they are forms created by men to satisfy petty egos.

Driving in the muggy afternoon..
Looking at the fields of clover and bright sunflowers casting their light as the sky cries with showers and the rivers drain into the seas.
Falling from a rooftop while fixing the chimney.
Sliding down to over the gutters and thudding to the ground on a pile of bricks, my back broken by the years of toil.
Feeling blue because my nation has left me.

The emptiness gathers itself around my heart making it feel as if pumping against the currents of blood in vacuum.
Crops of green grow in Midwestern fields.
The bugs crawl in the dirt digging down to eat the soft supple roots of the staple of American society's out of sync with its identity.

Life is broken and we exist outside ourselves ignoring the inner world of self knowledge
How long will this rain last?
How long must it fall beating out its rat tat tat on the rooftops of tin in the farmer's fields.

The techno geeks have us in a stranglehold.
They hack into our histories with the sanction of kings causing us to yield to the power that can drown us in ferocity.

Where will we go when we are refugees walking dirt roads that were once information highways, getting stuck in the ditches of obsolescence?
How we grind and fight against raging machines that seek to gobble us up and make us non entities then shit us out in ignobility.
We smell of putrid wastes of years of reliance, force fed on luxury and privilege, ignoring the spirit that makes us human and divine.
We have become the slaves of lesser gods. We have revered them and given them our souls and now all we can do is watch as they steal our lives.
We slumber in our angst against the rising tides,
We silently drown in the oceans of faded red, white and blue.

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