God Is American Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Tip toeing through the silver stabbing night grass.
A faceless infant scatteredly gazes the night sky.
Stars reaping across the dark blanket,
Maybe their hopes were to set free the light beyond to the ground.
The rich blue of the dark sea swirls around aimlessly.
Blood blotted it horizontally,
Taught by the "mighty one" to flow civilly through it.

Lush red berries,
splats their juice throughout the blank background of white lies,
Camouflaging a dead minded land.
Hopefully a dead color would mend a shying attention.
From a sail away,
One would not build walls but bridges...
...Not on the serpents back too.
But at least unto any back that's worth a way half to meet.
When the ghouls of the night grass screamed.
It was when the stars of flames fell upon their chilled air.
Cunningly melting away their pride...
If any was left from the wave of the dark waters from the west hit.
Those who rode stripped dragons with stars for crowns,
Plunged hard unto the less wealthy graveyards.
In their god they trusted (and others they tracked down)with no regret,
They breathed out clouds of chaos...
At least one perceived by the human brain through its eye was clear and holy.
But one acknowledge by the brain within a brain was terrible.
And yet all through the blue ball,
Was so pity that they pitied themselves pity.
While god is American.