America's Bloodlust

Rivers of blood flowing through a majestic land 

Endless tears cried 

When even kids have died 

In this great land  

Of America 

Much like a third world 

Our greed and blood thirst 

Has gotten worse 

I believe America is cursed 

From her own blood lust 

Legions of disease brought by evil beings 

Wiping out native lands 

And killing off native beings 

Backs of the children of Africa bled for profit 

Generations of so-called minorities  

Destroyed by ole Jim Crow 

But oh how our bloodlust grew 

We fought wars with poor bodies for rich profit 

Then left those same poor to die in waiting for lines from a broken bureaucracy 

Now a lunatic with a cause 

Caused by generations of systematic hate and marginalization 

Makes the chickens come home 

Roosting in whatever community 

The majority hates 

Alas 

Such hate and evil never reside in place 

The suburbs are getting a taste 

Of the neglect felt by the inner city 

Urban centers 

The ghettos and hoods 

Or whatever other phrase used to dissociate America 

From it’s poor, neglected few 

The blood lust overflows rivers 

Overflowing 

Flowing into every facet of America 

Now they must open those eyes 

As painful as it may be 

America was never great 

We just had a very big rug to sweep it under 

Maybe 

Once those eyes are open and clear 

We’ll see the destruction of human bodies 

Unite to prevent more human fatalities 

Or we can trust the system 

But 

A piece of paper never gave us freedom, we took it for ourselves 

Inaction never fixes problems but actions speak loudly 

  

  

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2016