Countrymen

An image tainted by lost a soul who knows no purpose.

Ones opinion screams ignorance

Echoing crevices

Needed to fuel the fire that would never exist

Appetites whose diets consist of medications

Perpetuated by the one whose ignorance is incessant

Others watch and oppose with silent noise

Followers kept quiet

Souls bought by the echoing

Crevices drilled throughout this pavement

Filled by natures greenbacks

But still I walk with a head….

HIGH

Must one be- to become so enveloped?

The mecca of irrational reason

Is trumped by those who can make a difference and

FALL

Fall, Victim to the same capitalistic views of their conspirators

The question WHY

WHY

Dynamic in its simplicity

The sum is zero

The formula is infinite

Taken for granted this,

This simple motion of nerves twitching in brains everywhere

Until

Masked and desensitized by the blissful ignorant crevice fillers

America the Land of Trapped Souls