Beautiful Mornings. Poem by G.S Ortiz

America is not for the good or the clean.

Its old and dirty.

Its evil sins were here before the conquistadors before the Mayans.

The evil was there, it was always there just waiting patiently.

Consuming the negative life force of the deepest and darkest of human emotions.

Gorging it's self on the most abundant emotions of humanity.

Humanity is nothing but an illusion standing on the necks of the poor.

A steel tip boot to the face reminding you to obey and submit.

Hate pain and misery fuel a burning urge to destroy America and everything it has come to represent.

The evil feeds daily and everyday it's offered more and more.

If you pay close attention you can feel the presence closing in, making its sinister moves.

What do you care when sweet dreams are easier found through a dirty syringe of 30 CC of the black demon.

That's it take a deep breath relax now.

Tie it off and take a good hit.

Awake to the euphoria of a dull mind and drooling lips.

The suffering is real but only put on hold.

Don't worry the evil feeds on one and all equally.

G.S. Ortiz