America is...
America is…
America is the best.
America is the beast.
Amerikkka is a lie. It always has been. A hastily crafted mirage. Land speculators who owned no land. A digital advertisement sharing your data with a corporation that surveils those trapped in its mental gates. Concentration camps for those physically imprisoned. Torture is a punchline.
We sit atop the broken bones of murdered native children wearing their garments to a Halloween party because a part of the white settlers identity is to mock the victims of genocide. Our national identity is death and destruction and laughing at death and destruction.
We distance ourselves from the crimes of our past, present, and future, only to acknowledge them to make fun of the pain.
“Why don’t you know your father? Oh he’s in jail. Typical Black male” said the judge at the auction block sending another man for sale.
Three strikes and you're out unless of course, you’re in. If you’re a part of the in-crowd you’ll never be out in the cold. No the boys club is too old. You can be too big to fail, too big to jail, and get this we can’t break them up because they’re “too big for sale.”
We’ll burn down the Amazon for your next-day shipping.
We’ve got that nuclear acid and we’re sorry it’s dripping
Into the water supply, we’ve got a water guy, but I guess he hadn’t thought of why
life would be worth preserving. But you can be assured we are protecting and serving.
We protected this one guy so good he was actually murdered.
We’ll handle the investigation.
Truly things are wild.
A child dropped dead from Omicron, but not to worry it was mild.