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American Apocalypse

By Little Big Pine



Men in sleek suits & their culture-cloned women

that go clickety-clack with false tongues and sharp

teeth and finely shod feet, riding in limos on capital

streets, in shiny Mercedes, 'squisite Jaguars, cool 'Talian

cars, copies of Times & Journals on smooth leather

seats, classical symphonies cooing in 'zecutive

suites, th' explosion of business 'top heartless con-

crete, the toppling of government by corporate

elites, the rollback of Labor into a heap;

the gavel of justice veering toward ruin, gav'ling

for aggression, repression, the rich, the unjust,

schools of prestige for the offspring of privilege,

for the poor and non-people warehouses called prisons,

boomburbs and mall glut disappearing the land,

profit-mad stockholders with unreal demands,

every Congress a stable of castrated sheep,

always the rubber of wheels slapping the street,

the lies of fake leaders unfathomably deep,

power-drunk palms slapping paid cheeks, mega church

preachers rolling in gold selling God as a creep,

mega fauna worldwide nowhere to hide from the greed

and the heat, colossal crimes of wars and invasions,

the legions keep cheering for Super Bowl Nation...


little big pine
march 2008
duo asini, the two asses,
cancri, binging at the manger







Little Big Pine: citizen, patriot, poet; may be reached at littlebigpine@gmail.com.