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American Hell
there's no saints in American hell
we're all sinners
we all don't care
lust, drugs, greed is the poison
pretending like they're not part of
our gated communities
colored people bring them
or so they say
you know
not to my face
when it's safe
conversing with other bigots
well
what I say is
woudn't be a business
without the demand
gangs are so scary
aren't they?
even though gangs is a must
in red and blue we trust
whole heartily
willing to lay down our lives
you might try to run from it
but it's in every fucking thing
turn on the TV
they'll tell you why you should care
now I hear conspiracies
microchipping my vaccine
I just want to eat my fucking lunch
don't need opinions from the table over
gun nuts, rights for some
tall tales, wonder years
cut short
from a caugh
the answers seem clear
but we all rather burn in hell
how many more have to die
until we start to give a shit?
wondering if I'll make it till im older
or will it be a gun man that gets me
while I'm at the store
or maybe a cop
that didn't like how I talked
or maybe from a co-worker
who couldn't cover his fucking mouth
or maybe it's all in my head
lies told to me by the media
if it was only me
woudn't give it a minute
but there's people I love
and who love me
guess I'll just slump my head down
in hopes I don't get decapitated
we're all sinners
we all don't care
lust, drugs, greed is the poison
pretending like they're not part of
our gated communities
colored people bring them
or so they say
you know
not to my face
when it's safe
conversing with other bigots
well
what I say is
woudn't be a business
without the demand
gangs are so scary
aren't they?
even though gangs is a must
in red and blue we trust
whole heartily
willing to lay down our lives
you might try to run from it
but it's in every fucking thing
turn on the TV
they'll tell you why you should care
now I hear conspiracies
microchipping my vaccine
I just want to eat my fucking lunch
don't need opinions from the table over
gun nuts, rights for some
tall tales, wonder years
cut short
from a caugh
the answers seem clear
but we all rather burn in hell
how many more have to die
until we start to give a shit?
wondering if I'll make it till im older
or will it be a gun man that gets me
while I'm at the store
or maybe a cop
that didn't like how I talked
or maybe from a co-worker
who couldn't cover his fucking mouth
or maybe it's all in my head
lies told to me by the media
if it was only me
woudn't give it a minute
but there's people I love
and who love me
guess I'll just slump my head down
in hopes I don't get decapitated
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