What the fuck is wrong with you, America?
Who the hell do you think you are?
Nobody gave you the right to manifest your destiny
Becoming just another colonial global power
Eager to pick on the weak and feed on the poor.
Tuck it under a rug and hope nobody finds the bones.
Or memorialize and mythologize it into a pewter statue.
Here is another country that breaks into its neighbor’s house,
Makes its residents mortally ill then kicks them out
And locks them up, into a shrinking dog kennel.
Who owns America? Whosoever owns it the longest.
Finders keepers, Motherfuckers.
Losers…get the fuck off my property!
When did the Statue of Liberty become a farce?
The transition was gradual but the signs were always there.
Who has the time to read all that crap?
As we know, truth is subjective.
American truth comes in many flavors.
Pick the truth that suits your confirmation bias.
Nothing we do matters. At the end of it all we
Fly to the sky and shoot the shit with Jesus. Amiright?
Kick your brain to the curb.
Trust the loudest voice in the room
Let it lead you astray, into oncoming traffic.
I remember when being American was something to be envied.
I remember what it felt like to look up to elected officials
And law enforcement as beacons of hope and sanctuary.
America is a crumbling democratic experiment
Infected by the xenophobia pouring out of its public paranoia.
I remember a lot of things.
Remember Sandy Hook?
What the fuck. How much blood is too much blood?
Why are we walking backwards on the escalator?
I want to sell empathy to America
Prepackaged, with a slick slogan like,
“Taken daily, Empathy can lead to
A more fulfilling and higher quality of life.”
Who wants that?
Empathy doesn’t sell.
Ignorance is just too goddam sexy.
We see it shuffle behind its podium
And spray its acolytes with
More enticing reasons to hate, distrust, tune out.
Welcome to New America.
Here, we trample on science and human rights.
Here, we all put on our wigs and pick up our torches.
New America will find a flaw in your sex or race
And ask the question,
How can anything unlike America exist?
Who are the architects of the ideal American identity?
Everybody else is the problem.
If you are infinitely under attack
Then you never see the sleight of hand.
Money goes into the rich and nothing comes out.
Look over there! Immigrants are trying to get back in!
Stop them before they rape your women!
The world is run by petulant children sucking on gold pacifiers.
Nothing satisfies the
Ticks feeding on a rotting corpse
Gorging on gas and symbols of success.
They slurp in their troughs full of money and guts
While the rest of the world waits around
Eager for a sliver of their floor-scraps.
When is a good time to stop stabbing ourselves in the back?
FLAVIO HUITRON 