.bowling For America Poem by NikMorgan ...

It’s the American phenomena
To be bigger and better and bold
This is the home of commodities
Where death is bought and sold

It was at the dawn of good intentions
In the land of the settling son
Protective pioneers
Found the fellowship of the gun

In the land of opportunism
They sleep American dreams
Sleeping with one eye open
This country is a collage of extremes

It’s all going postal
Madmen with a message to send
From on top of the world they fade to infamy
Meeting their bloody celluloid end

Your history was made in Hollywood
They taught the glories of war
Now you are left fighting paranoia
And there is no time to be sure

You have your rights
But I just can’t bear arms
The children who rot in your mortuaries
Are real, not false alarms