America, Do Or Die Poem by Julia Luber

They set their priorities as they do.
But behind it all, is this something that should happen
to any old one of you?

So they cut something out of the humdrum. And create an airwave
from its tone. Something which takes your flesh, mind and body:
From you for the STATE to OWN.

And it's done so just to Lockjaw-
all else in same attitude. And if you are captivated by it,
believe me, you are SCREWED!


There is no human incarnate representing its force and what it means:
done just to extricate you from those parties where those people make those seens.

This is surely to create plain and pure alienation-
Amongst how ever many in a vastness now under imposed state ration.

To connect all together so as to feel as if one

Under the Law over you, which for you is now Over and Done.

It does such wonders for them in their common Direction.

Like seeing together as a standard and single selection.

And through this massive and imposed Oneness and through this Evil
they conjoin.

And connect to take over a common bond through language.

And through their subjugation they induce silent rage.

And so is devised a no happening zone.

Just a fraction of connection like the width of wire phone.

Just a brain part, once yours, now owned by the bonded empowered.

Now limned as their own.

Now taken and stolen to be their own.

Taking the good of something in exchange for their icky and bad.

Because being constricted in only what is truly theirs would only enervate and make sad.

But they're the ones who deserve the Freedom and Power of it all-

through their stealing, their imposures, celebrated at their black tie ball.

They get to ignore the story behind.

Not classy enough for them, not a good enough rhyme.

And how long will this continue? Over a hundred years?

They are important and should not be distracted and embezzled by our just hatred and fears.

For the truth of this they do not care about.
And have exchanged all your confidence strictly for doubt.

Through stealing something of yours-
where are the windows, where are the doors?