random thoughts from venting, a poem

Yesterday I was venting about all the uproar with tax cuts and budget cuts and government program cuts, and this idea kinda grew out of that. It's just meant to be read for now....discuss if u will....here it goes, enjoy? *shrug*:

I’d like to have a no-holds-barred discussion

I am a brown-skinned United States-ian

I am called African American

Africa is a continent to which I have never been

And truthfully,

America is a couple of continents which I have never explored

United States is my country of origin

That is only united in theory

I suppose my country is quite hypocritical in its name

No, there is no civil war with guns

But we fight each other with money, stocks and bonds

We fight each other with racism, sexism, and classism, ammunition of hate

The only time we are united is in between bars of the ♪♫ 50 Niffty United States ♪♫

But go behind bars

You will find a different story

Lets raise the bar and see who can jump it or gets stuck in limbo

Maybe if we go to the bars

We can forget

And

Libations will be the lotus to make us all closer

If this is proven to drive somebody to drinking

Maybe one of ya’ll can go pass the bar to defend me

Or better yet prosecute me

For murdering with the truth

I’d rather be found guilty