A.M.E.R.I.C.A.

New poem. Wrote it during second period, right after the pledge.

How false it is
the dry soil beneath my boots
the red in my eyes
the white of my bare bones, exposed
the blue from bruises
Confused from birth
raised by contradictory symbolism
I walk among the mechanicals
in search of lost purpose
while you pledge and pray
to a force you fear
The soundtrack to your life
is the static of a television
feeding you the lies this country was founded on
Aggressive
Manipulative
Extortionist
Racist
Impulsive
Contradictory
Amoral