A Divine Divide..
I’ve seen this Nation
With all three eyes open wide
Bitter roots, prolific fungi, varied cacti tell why
They speak of land as bouquet stretched to the sky
A lushness as described in those first letters home cry
“At long last my Queen, We have found Your Pie.”
With lust in their eyes and guy on cross as disguise
We’ve come to take, we’ve come to lie.
We’ve come to escape our own treacherous lives.
I’ve seen the look in those first settlers eyes
It’s the look of the junkie scouring dumpsters at night
Need, pure need, can drive a man insane
and sharing is one of our kindergarten games
With age we dig deeper into the mines, toxic waste in it’s wake
Seeking that which is Mine
Those who settled this Nation did so with declaration of disdain.
Books letters and notes home read much the same:
“With just a few men and supplies this land we can claim.”
One tree after another would fall, the fate of the people the same
Welcome, lost children, and come home to Christ
In His embrace learn our capitalist game:
To see ground beneath and sky above as personal resource for personal gain
Never call yourself God lest you be deemed insane,
He died on a cross for you, you ingrate.
For thousands of years this land was maintained,
Thanks given each and every day.
Land cleared so wagons could cross
Ships sank with the mass of trees on their way back to Spain.
Fish that filled the Potomac no longer have a name.
Black Africans stolen from home to grow sugar cane
Men from the Far East come lay tracks for the trains
It wouldn’t be long before the whole landscape was tamed
Turned to parks the royals bought to entertain
My favorite redwood grove bears not Pomo, but the Rockefeller name
(Fry) Bread and Circus, the Roman song remains the same
As the Natives died off, the settlers had their way
The years some still see as America the Great.
A land and a people once so rich
Now reduced to living day to day.
Bank gangsters create dust bowls and we assume blame
The temperature in the Arctic went up three degrees today
Because you can’t eat a maggot filled brain.
Nothing is sacred, everything sold,
Even the Buddah comes in a plastic mold.
The truth of WORK versus work is never told
With smog filled skies and sea on the rise
Like sociopaths we believe our own lies
The most dangerous one that you are not Divine.
That you are not perfect–and absolutely so–is the greatest lie
A thousand years old
Still we remain sold
It is the DOW, the NASDAQ, the NYSE, the ripe mold.
We give thanks today not in their name,
not the settlers nor the royals nor the storybook sage.
We give thanks for those cleaning the decay,
and those working towards more life enriching ways,
and for those at Standing Rock,
Still Screaming Their Name.
There is not a inkling of honesty between those paved driveways
Highways and byways now criss cross the great plains
So trucks full of shit can be sold Black Friday.
What we traded for strip malls and churches and jails,
Now have a tree inside on display
A small reminder of whats real and whats game.
is a trite life of strife that we lead everyday
Fighting over leftovers and doused in shame
While the men of always fly in private planes,
Surveying territory their dynasty can claim
Keeping close eye on the masses wage
It’s incredible the damage a mob of men with a belief can convey
Yet still more incredible it’s believed to this day.
In just a couple hundred years this land went from green to grey.
You can seek solace in BLM land,
But don’t get too comfy, neither man nor his cow can stay.
Should you wish to sleep sound there’s rent to pay.
The Lord of Salvation has a Name:
It’s Service, not Servitude
Of service to our fellows not a man with no face
No matter how good it feels to call his name
Truth be told he bears your name.
With this I wish you a Happy Turkey Day.
The time to give thanks is always.
As is the time to dismantle the shrine
Who now wears a toupee.