Occupy Spring Rant - For Angels Of America To Arise Part 7
Oh divine sprit spread your wings alight heartbeats,
Where your Angels will spring to Occupy America’s heart.
That in prayers, we kneel for Real Change from upstairs
That the promises of Republican and Democrats downstairs,
Are the Shame Ole Thing in solar panels of Enron accounting.
That we build cars in Finland with American loans mounting
Their recovery, while Congress supports Free Trade treaties.
But at home, they bicker as economic morticians with this graffiti
That their Norquist pledge must create this Great Depression,
While their Pledge of Allegiance goes for not, bringing recession.
Oh Congress and Wall St., can you not see that Star Spangled Banner?
Where the Red, White, and Blue billows bright to flutter in every manner.
When patriotic pride sails high - full of stature - in that American passion,
That throughout America’s evolution, we have this Revolution compassion.
That unites this country across all divisive barriers that defeats hate’s division,
That patriotic love, in times of strife, has elevated us as patriots with visions,
With this God Bless Made in America Ancestral History and Heritage
That the deed we inherit has been passed down, upon blessed 1776 ages.
Where each generation lights the flame of Democracy’s germination
That constitutes the Freedom and Lady Liberty of a representative nation.
How easy it is for Tea Party ideas to be led astray by those greased wardrobes,
Look at their reality show, does it represent us, leaving us with only bathrobes?
Are campaign Tiffany jewels for America, or for their wives’ fashion statement?
In hard times, they demolish a home, then give us a seaside mansion treatment.
Washington owns so many homes worldwide they are real estate savage Mongols,
That they own homes for every season with lavish automobiles as greased moguls.
In fact they are thoroughbreds that sometimes belong to stables of medial tycoons.
Why even Prime Ministers strut the Murdoch stuff, as showpiece studded goons.
The pedestals of American Demigods are filled with monolith Goliath Caesar gladiators
Pillar towers idols shining with golden rays Viagra erections in gluttony graduations.
Hail primo Caesars, prima donnas of Wall St CEO’s taking bonuses in bankruptcy.
Executive “At Wing” Privilege without branches oversight, using dictate autocracy.
Madoff pyramids god$ of Golden Idol illicit contemptible despicable corruption
That smear inquisition with absolute autocratic power penetrating Putin pollution.
Iron fists Billionaire Brother Blues pounding the Middle Class into serf submission
That “We the people” become Chinese puppets in legislative Think Tank missions.
That America is regulated from secret closed door session by select primo politicians.
This select Army of Private Equity cohesion of collusion acting as economic morticians.
God, where is the economic diversity in this White Collar Reagan Washington mess,
That they have lost the Blue Collar Capitalist working roots of America’s message.
Flowed across the land.
Fertilizing its HeArt and soul,
Where the veins
Did sprout from seed,
From that core faith,
That God blessed this land.
Where the Angels again,
Can then harvest
The grain of America.
Being Terminated for Poetry, and now living the American houseless dream, I have found that like in WWII Germany, the Pope, religious leaders, and others do not preach God’s economic compassion. While politics becomes radicalized by its political religious (not) toned tool of hatred. “Damn, those Liberals” in Fox News stereotyping; but look at that Murdock stable being used by His Murdoch’s Media Global Empire. That Caesars always have their Inquisitions upon the poor, and vulnerable, as being easy prey to build corporate mountains into Conglomerate nations with stables of politicians with Norquist pledges, forgetting the 1776 love allegiance equation.
That the roots of America are built with the souls of “We the people” De-Termination that have inherited that Declaration of Independence deep - that stands the test of time. That upon the Phoenix that composts America on grave times, there shall be a flame arise in a chorus of God Bless America in revival. Where our Fore Fathers, who art in heavens, shall reign their power to extinguish those that have failed America in bankruptcy, filling their coffers . That within our children lays the foundation of our Constitution that we have inherited from the handshake of Father to Son to Mother to Daughter to our neighbors into the country into the towns into the cities that have spread prosperity across this United States of America Star Spangled with economic pride.
This poet is so obscene, in what I have just written, as this eccentric Ole Ben doppelganger. A poet weathered in time to wrinkle in S.S. doldrums of America’s wastelands. Can he survive Caesar’s Conservative Empire Republic of thoroughbred inbred studs belonging to empire builder billionaire stables? I imagine not, for soon that this David, and his Vietnam Graduated Vet Conflict, will be send to hard time’s Blue Collar Free Speech prison; damn I was wishing for a lavish Madoff country club cell of five star meals. But with this magical kite and key, and some ecstatic electrify, I might fly the coop, and end up in France with the ladies.
Blessing and Best Wishes, may a Liberal God grace your day with divine love of country and family.
David Lester Young 10/25/11 ©