Symbols: A Dysfunctional Family (C) 12-13-2010 Poem by Zahir Kijani

I never really had a problem with symbols and ideology
I can usually analyze the context and understand its quality
But I always remember hearin quality was more important than quantity
And here I’ve found a family with numbers but none seems to be fond of me
You see Madam Justice is blind which really blows my mind
To see that I guess she drew a blueprint but can’t see the design
And her sister Hammurabi has a code of an eye for an eye
So I guess Justice was messed up since the beginning of time
Lady Liberty’s been holdin a torch that’s been blown out for over 500 years
When Colombus entered the land that has now been shed of it’s tears
She never noticed but the flame isn’t evoked from the sun
But a digital implantation of what America claimed to have become
Exactly the fireless flame that keeps the rooms heated
Which should be a symbol for tension emitted from who we succeeded
They have a pet Bald Eagle which freely exposed his courageous strength
And spread his wings coverin my whole body in length
It’s weird because once upon a time the Eagle really had hair
But his brain was washed with bleach and it faced much more than it could bear
They all had a tattoo in the middle of their chest
And another on their back and it looked like a family crest
Latin words under the devils star that towered over America
The thirteen Masonic symbols sat maskin hysteria
It seems they delighted the Eagle as it sat regal
Holdin the poison bush and arrows that are implanted in people
Then on the back it showed their home symbolized by Pharoah’s tomb
The New world Order, consequently the statement to predicted doom
The floating eye above the pyramid, hey they’re watchin for our security
Or maybe to shoot out laser beams but I’d reflect it with a mirror see
The Liberty bell rang like the song of the Sirens
Bringin in the immigrants that it didn’t carry any desire in
But the second time it was struck you could hear the cries of the “citizens”
That felt they were treated unfairly in a place they didn’t feel they were different in
The Rose garden is like a moat for the Dragon’s pit
And they have the dragon for the draggin of those they can no longer tag and whip
He roars a grand blast that signals he’s ready to start feast
But don’t feed him soup with crackers, he only likes dark meat
And Uncle Sam doesn’t treat me like a nephew
How would you feel if he left you
With a Dragon that treated you like refuse
And when the Panthers tried to slay the Dragon everybody through a fit
And caged them inside of a cell and sent the Dragon to take its pick
Whatever it wanted it got, with help from snakes along the way
The reptilians that dreamed to be Dragons someday, they’re called the Boule
They all seek control from the Master of the Universe
But there will be a day when his superiors will drive a puny Hirsch
With him locked inside it and give his people the natural rights of man
Man I swear I never wanna step foot in that house again