the malignancy occupying the White House
that churns out death
a gross carnage of humanity
stockpiled inside U-Haul trucks
It takes a plague to breach the lies
we live in this America
bearing its mercenary truths
its decomposing laws
scavenged by elected vultures
A plague is what it takes
to realize red baseball-capped buffoons
can freely amass assault rifles
the privileged scant illiterate and starved
lined up for miles to reach food banks
gleefully waving soiled confederate flags in tatters
A plague must be what it takes
to discover our illusory lives
the hamster wheel we’ve been sold
traveling on it all along
toward manufactured dreams
toward nowhere in reality
It takes a plague to recognize
we are orphans in this America
sparing no expense we’re marked for ruin
by the slothful elites who bask
in swimming pools of our blood
A plague is what it takes
to wake up from this American dream
to see our children encaged
our mothers our fathers
butchered in broad daylight
our homes mired in soot water
our lands laced of oil pipelines
discharging at whim
scourging valleys filled of life
decimating our future
under a foul dark layer of evil
A plague must be what it takes
for our redress in the streets
of this America
our decisive rebellion
our final renaissance.
