America the Beautiful

America the Beautiful

A Poem by SpokenWord

I remember watching the preacher man
perform illusions from his pulpit of make believe
he told us stories about living life as a lamb
in a world full of wolves that are hunted
by the endangered bald eagle from above

Do you really think I believe
that God intended for me to hurt
when his only begotten son
took all illness and sin from this earth?

My Mother died from lung cancer
commercials say smoking does that
My Grandfather died from congestive heart failure
professionals say excessive drinking causes this
If this is true then
why are both these products
still available on local store shelves?

Why?
because...
 
your just another carbon unit
working to pay on your slave taxes
a living debt that we pass on to our children
every child born is born owing the government 800 large
their bill to be called an American

Now do you understand why
at times illegal immigrants piss me off
they get the benefit without owing a thing
we can't take care of our own
and I am tired of taking care of yours

but my faith says
it is still my responsibility
so I give with a smile
and love in my heart
still my brain isn't dumb
people are get over artists
from the perpetual welfare clients
to the wealthy who claim insurance fraud

didn't they tell you about America?

we're the original gangsters
a melting pot with a whole lot of guns
and atomic bombs for fools who try us

ask the one's who have messed with us

We found Saddam in a hole
put him on trial in his own country
then hung him live on the internet

we put a bullet in Bin Laden's head
straight mafia now he'll never have his day in court
the war on terror continues
empty victories for our fallen heroes of 9/11

Don't let me start preaching about
Regan, Bush, Clinton and Obama
homeland security would put 3 hot ones in my chest

So put on your Sunday best
get on your knees and pray to God
give praise and honor to his name
preach to me how I am going to hell
while you dance on the grave of the evil dead
then tell me how
how is that an eye for eye ended with the birth and death of Jesus
and how vengeance is mine saith the Lord
and today we celebrate murder in the first degree

That's right we're the good guys
jolly green giants that rule the earth
and all others are evil doers

Tell Mr. Preacher man
is this the America that God is pleased with?
does he see us as living in his son's name
explain to me again how we should live as a lamb




































© 2011 SpokenWord


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SpokenWord
Spoken Words on what it means to be Christian and American

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a resounding and nonreligious AMEN!!! to every word within this revelatory poetic from the pouting lips of this failing Buddhist~ you nailed it to its own cross~ altruism in tatters~ ambiguity rules the modern day~ what a shambles we have permitted to take root~ bravo to your courage~ your honesty and the wildly captivating force with which you turn that mirror on us all~ BRAVO!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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i personally am pagan, but this poem was so well-written i could totally relate to it... :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I read this earlier but had to run, so I have come back to it to give a heartfelt review. Religion and Politics seems to be a popular topic, one I write on often, but I don’t like to mix the two. Brave you are my friend. I cannot comment on other religions, because I am not well enough educated on the subject, but I believe there are two laws we must follow, God’s law first and foremost, and then man’s law. Did Osama and Saddam deserve to die, by man’s law yes, and by God’s law they will be judged on judgment day. I know there is so much corruption in our government, and some could argue that certain political leaders have used government to achieve personal gain and caused many deaths in the process; they too on judgment will have to answer to God, I don’t know what He will say, but we all will have to answer someday to God’s law, or at least this is what I believe. I wish man would hold these men to the same standards that they send our young men and women out to fight and die for to achieve and spread to other countries, but at this point in time the people are not demanding it. Turing the other cheek to corruption as long as it doesn’t immediately affect them, blind to the fact that it will come back and haunt them down the road. “Am I my brother’s keeper?” Are my brothers only the few who live in my country? I hope we as a Nation bring more good than bad in world, but I guess that one is up to God to judge as well…

Great Write Word!
RLG,
Tommy



Posted 12 Years Ago


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I have read this and the poem is written well and the thoughts and ideas are clearly presented.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I love this because you captured what it means to be American;speak out against what you think is wrong! I think, when it comes down to it, politics and religion are hypocritical in their own ways, and when you mix the two together it becomes even more complicated. It's all about finding that balance between what you believe in and what your country believes in. Great write :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I hate to say this but history has taught me that from the git go all established religion and government is hypocritical out for it's own grandisment some are worse some are better than others they preach love and understanding and then when it doesn't suit the need of the moment well it changes to something else. I suppose it can be laid to the selfisness of mankind in general.
Ever since I was a schoolboy I felt that people in general were "out to get what they could and the devil take the hindermost. Now it is true that the exceptions prove the rule and I have tried to be one of the exceptions to the rule, have I succeeded in my eyes? well let's just say I am still trying. How others preceive my efforts I don't know but I think I have led a decent life if not an exemplatory one. I haven't killed or taken away any one's livilihood
I do not believe in helping my fellow man unless he is blood related or married into the family because all the help I ever got in this world came from family. and I truely believe that God helps those who help themselves and I mean that as it is originally intended not as some wit would have it interpeted.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a resounding and nonreligious AMEN!!! to every word within this revelatory poetic from the pouting lips of this failing Buddhist~ you nailed it to its own cross~ altruism in tatters~ ambiguity rules the modern day~ what a shambles we have permitted to take root~ bravo to your courage~ your honesty and the wildly captivating force with which you turn that mirror on us all~ BRAVO!

Posted 12 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.

This is fantastic. I am neither American nor Christian but you have made me feel as though I could be both when I read this, so angry and eloquent and fierce is this :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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