Terror In America

!!dedicated to the farmer in rural Phetchaburi, Thailand who saved me from the wild dogs, let me stay the night, and then took me home on the back of his motorcycle, all before refusing my money!!

There's chaos on the freeways,
and maniacy at the polls,
the work-force lives in a caffeine daze

ignoring Sagan, Darwin, and Dawkins,
the church-bell tolls,
and so many poor crowd the pews
and sacrifice needed dollars!
(all for a crazed and failed branch of Jewry;
it's really sadly funny)

But as the good book states,
the earth is circled by the sun,
and as the TV preacher relates
you must your wayward neighbors shun.

Every wal-mart is full of serf-made wares;
teens eat pizza, skate and surf.
so many value only profit and shares,
and know each tissue's price
but no virtue's worth

To see guns and violence,
one need not turn on the TV
but if you do it
you'll be bombarded by vomit:
casual murder, brutal sex,
and myriad other mindless deviancies

The schools teach many facts and lies
as well as anatomies of frogs and flies,
but ideas and principle-based thought
are only by rebel teachers taught

Those who from these horrors
have gone off the deep end,
(and those this matrix just can't understand,
and imbeciles who've gotten unnaturally old)
are in sterile "foster homes" penned,
or sometimes put in sickening psych wards;
but the truth be told,
it's half a loony bin: this whole Yankee land

Yes, community, cooperation, and civilization
are underground elements in this nation;
yet among hippies, red-necks, and average Joes,
one can find them in abundance Gaiia knows.


And it's not as though
every evil from America grows;
In many nations across the globe
a struggle is on between, I suppose,
evil greed and rational humanity
between medieval fanaticism and thoughtful reason

And there's more of the same across the galaxy,
reptilian cyclopses paving their fertile moons,
under-water Britons and Swedes who still need a king,
tentacled industrialists noticing more and more monsoons,
and then there are those planets where nothing moves...
where once creatures would dance, laugh, and sing