America Part One - The Nightmare Poem by Alonso Menendez

America
Amerika
Ameri-k-k-ka

America has not been America for so long
Bastion of justice, righter of wrong
All those principles taught to me
Of truth, freedom, and equality
Somehow seem hollow to me
As I look to our history
The hypocrisy
Of this democracy
Where the masses follow the few
Who manipulate with money, telling everyone what to do
And in this quest for money and control
These puppeteers have sold their soul
To the faceless god of the industrial machine
Who destroys all that it finds pristine
And in it’s own tortured image remolds
So all it’s children, it’s madness holds
Giant claws of razor sharp steel
Tear at the Earth, making her feel
Pain as ground and trees are stripped away
Leaving a debt for generations to pay
Compounded with interest by there own future misdeeds
Into toxic waste deserts where
even more destruction breeds
The beast’s body is covered in blood soaked armor
From the children it devours as it feeds on war
America there is not one generation
you have not asked to fight
Disguising profit motive and power plays
as doing what’s right
This is Moloch of Ginsberg fame
Moloch the god of blood is it’s claim
People seeking life free and good
Brought the beast with them on ships of wood
Under the feet of it’s people they discovered this land
Offering peace with a gun in the hand
Slaughtering those inconveniently in the way
The smell of death clouds that bright new day
That brought the beast into this place
Making glory out of disgrace

The baptism of metal and blood
Fertilizing the land with bodies in the mud
This same unholy metal brought a people in chains
To dominate their bodies as well as their brains
Their lives offered to the profit god in sacrifice
On the alter where the blood is never suffice
Stripping away culture and pride
Leaving an uncaring system in which to hide
This is bad karma, no possible reparation
No giving back what was taken in the building of this nation
Besides the machine offers no apologies
It just devises new strategies
To divide through race, creed, sexual preference
Gender, confusion, or even verbal reference
Anything to maintain the climate of fear
For this leads to power if you know how to steer
So the Anti-narco Terror Nazis are on patrol
Devouring our civil rights to keep control
Marching down corridors cold and grey
Lined by machine metal cages where locked away
Are those blamed for the ills of society
Weeding out these malcontents where ever they be
Keeping us divided so we can’t see
The machine is the true enemy
Hence this is from where stems the confusion
For there has been a mass public relations illusion
Using words to carve the image of a righteous nation
Indoctrinating through compulsory miseducation
Then taking those who would seek more
Debt incurred for the knowledge they’re seeking for
A devils deal for what should be free
But knowledge is power is how things be
So into the folds they are drawn by the machine
That their true fires may not be seen
For after being raised by the system
And educated by the system
They become indebted to the system
To take the place laid out by the system
Into the meat grinder they go
With everyone else to make some dough
Teach them to need what they want
That when they lack the feeling does haunt
Give credit cards for the need to fill
Get it now and later you can pay the bill

A little each month for the rest of your days
A pawn in the game that the beast plays
Work them, work them, work them like slaves
Keep them busy till they’re in their graves
Wear them out with the daily grind
So the only desire is to numb the mind
Tell-lies-vision, the perfect control
As we sit and watch, it absorbs the soul
Rabbit ears to cable to direct satellite
Perfecting the zombie, making it right
666 channels of shit to choose
VCRs, not a moment to lose
Tell-lies-vision the opiate of the people
Far more effective than that of the steeple
There are far more people watching TV each day
Than there are people who go to church and pray
But of course where there’s money there’s accommodation
So there’s always church via TV station
Tell-lies-vision send in your contribution
Just another part of the institution
Salvation bought and sold
Thirty pieces of silver turn to peace signs of gold
Tie-dyes made by machine
Time to sell that hippie dream
So ideals devoured by profit motive
And Woodstock was lit like a candle votive
Once Rome burned as Nero played violin
Now it seems Rome burns again
To the soundtrack of the Chili Peppers playing “Fire”
The destruction expanding, flames growing higher
Violence and anger vomited up from the food of self-doubt
All the result of the dream sold out
In this world of push comes to shove
It’s easier to hate than it is to love
And so to school a kid brings a gun
Shooting his classmates then himself when he’s done
Then everyone innocent wondering why
Is it not obvious this was a desperate cry?
A square peg in a round hole
Trying to escape the machines control
Before it is hammered into submission
Brought into the fold by corporate vision
Individuality taken away
Names written in blood are there to stay

Has not enough blood been spilled?
Have not enough of your children been killed?
America when will you understand
That this was not part of God’s plan
This is part of your own great delusion
That everyone buys into the illusion
Of chasing down the American dream
But inside I feel the madness scream