Americans Pain Poem by Murali Ramanath

Indeed to be a american is a great pain
every second in war with the world to win
you open your eye lids on a nuclear mine
closing the eyes to truth and beauty - gods twin
'As long as Iam Ok it is all fine.
God Save America, God bless America' - blemished line
thus begging only for your 'blessed' kith and kin
brutality and egotism is your real skin
monopoly and aggression being a veiled sign
exploitation of one and all a grand evil design;
this will only create few more eleven and nine;
and a thousand more brethren of osama bin
holding and brandishing the policing cane
bombing all corners in a supersonic plane
actions and thoughts being heavilly insane
greed and creed are sacred earths bane
meaningless false living is utterly vain;
Ah Brute! Mother Earth is a Gift of God to dance and dine;
will we avoid fear and greed -evil twain? ?
Will simple love and true wisdom ever shine? ?
or is wisdom trivial pleasures, women and wine? ?
with no remorse at this cruel life of sin
still counting everywhere the skeletons slain
(Wrote this poem In a forest -When I met a American Who had left his nation with disgust..)