Michael Troy Buffo
Vallejo, California
Sunday, February 17, 2008

Divided And Conquered!

Rating: 5.0
(Hey,! Stop Censoring This Poem!)

America, honey? Wake up, baby—I think you're having a bad dream.... Sweetheart? Come on, darling. The new day's almost here... America? ... It's time to wake up...


You twenty-hour-a-week-sports-watching-crack-smoking-wellfare-collecting
—wake up.
You lethargic-self-centered-materialistic-ultra-violent-misguided-pieces-of-disjointed-blue-collar-patriotism
—wake up.
You semi-educated-think-you-know-it-all-plugged-in-don't-touch-my-Hummer
—wake the hell up.

You Republicans. You Democrats.
You Left. You Right.
You in betweens.
You capitalist pawns
Don't you know that your low-life prostitute political icons hate you?
They've got to keep you off guard.
—to keep you running in circles
—to like what they say you like
—to hate what they say you hate
So they can do the bidding
Of their Bohemian-Club-Bilderberger benefactors
Marching innocents off to friggin' war to kill innocents
And innocence
For corporations
Owned by white-bread, blue-blood, apolitical captains of industry
Who'll only bend over for the pope to receive his blessing
So they can steal from your neighbors without guilt or fear
Does this keep you safe or make them rich, dear?

Yeah, baby, they feed off of you.
They drink your sweat and the blood they've spilled
Mixed with the effluence of the children they've killed
With the sharp, shiny axes
They bought with your taxes.
I know you, too, have been wounded
But you can't find the scar.
You're as dumb as they think you are.
As dumb as they've made you.

Yeah, they make you, baby.
So make no mistake—
As you spend your time hating
And baiting
And waiting
And grating
Your nails against the other man's slate—
That they're the ones who opened the gate
And you're so divided you don't know it's so late.
You've been divided and conquered
And split down the middle
Drawn and quartered, so distracted,
That you can't learn the riddle
You see, Satan's house is divided too—and so are you.

So are you.

So are you, you stinking flip,
You ignorant nigger,
You wet-back spic,
You white trash cracker,
You skin-head punk,
You friggin' gook,
You nip, you jew, you
... you...
You lefty,
You righty,
You tight-ass whitey
So blinded by race
You protect the high and the mighty
You dysfunctional bigots
Drunk with your pride
(Can't you realize we're all human inside?)

They made you this way
Made you drunk with their wine
But you don't remember
You can't even think
That there were many like me
Who bade you don't drink
But now things are not what they seem
It's only a dream. It's only a dream.
It's your horrible nightmare that's making me scream.

But they won't wake you up.
No they'll never let you in.
They can't have the 'unwashed'
Aware of their sin.
They like things the way they are.
Where they fly off to Europe
And you steal a car
Or if you're lucky
You can bust a rhyme
Or sell your whole life
Eight hours at a time
Just to buy one.

The status quo is the friend they know
A world where the masses are on the go
While they kick back and take things slow.
No they'll never let you in.
Not for nothin'.
No—first you've got to join their club.
Like Bush, like Rumsfeld, like Cheney and Ley.
Like the Powells and Wolfowitz and Chocolate Candy.
Like Gonzales and Scooter. Like Ashcroft and Freeh.
Like Obama and Biden or Hillary C.
And prove you'll do anything to satisfy their greed.
But you're all on the outside and they'll never let you be.
United we stand? My ass—MY ASS!
As they pump up the volume and the prices of gas.
'Oh, but we're at war with Iraq—that problem won't last.'
Didn't you friggin' hear me? I said, 'MY ASS! '
They've invented your cultures with their media assets
And then sell it back to you bit by bit
Counting on the fact that you won't give a shit
And knowing you won't live to perceive all of it
‘Cause you're eating all their fast-food-crap
That's sure to kill you before you snap
Just as your eyes open to see the light.
Feeling truth's warmth on your face
After a cold winter night.

Yeah—see the light...
The light that reveals
Their sick-little-greasy-pedophile-peckers
You've been feeling from behind your entire life.
But they've got you to the point where you love the strife.
Takin' each of your breaths from under the knife.
And they know how to make it feel good.
They make it feel the way a lover should.
They first get you drunk
So you can't smell their funk
And caress you and tease you
As you shoot up their junk
But they are a whore who rolls her johns.
She lures them,
Shows them,
Sells them,
Blows them.
Yeah—she makes them feel free.
She makes them feel free.
But the bitch is too greedy to let them be.
So after your out and you're under her spell,
She's emptied your pockets and left you a shell
From the 9 milimeter round that sent you to hell.
So tell me y'all—does this ring a bell?
You've got nothing but hate and fear and stink
And you're too distracted to stop and think—
That maybe it's too late and you're beyond the brink.
But naw—forget that bullshit and give me a drink
As I remember her softness—all pretty and pink.

You're dead—don't you get it?
You can't change your ways...
You can't change your ways...
YOU CAN'T CHANGE YOUR WAYS! ... or can you?
Can you? -Can you come to a consensus?
Or will you replace your walls with electrified fences?
And let them trap you and use you—
Enslave and abuse you?
No. Not you.
No way man. You know the score.
You got you some bling-bling
And you want you some more.
You're payin' your bills
And you ain't ‘fraid of no whore.
Yo—pick up some Chivas
When you're down at the store.
You. Yes you.

This is my love-letter to you, America.

Wake up from your slumber
And take back your lives.
Care for all of the planet
Not just your husbands or wives.

Wake up from this nightmare
Of hatred and fear.
And love one another
While the end looms so near.

Wake up from your pipe-dreams—
All false and unclaimed.
Wake up so I can kiss you
And not feel ashamed.
Michael Troy Buffo
I wrote this over a period of months. The original version contained a lot of adult language and imagery meant to evoke a visceral reaction (and hopefully self-reflection) in the reader. It has been routinely and unfairly censored by those with lessor minds and no regard for free-speech or poetic license. They are the architects of your mediocrity.
Steven Jewell 12 July 2010
Great poem Michael!
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