Creative Writing The USA.

(Note- I wrote this just after Katrina. =/ )

A candle lit, in the eyes of thousands,
And bodies piling make noise all their own.
Captured screams and torment relived call out through the darkness,
Where I stand and listen, all too alone.


Of fear they speak, as the candle flickers,
Steady eyes, from which dense tears trickle.
The obtuse and the fake all line up to watch,
And the idiotic spectators are there to take pictures.



Is this the compassion they speak of in sunday sermons,
Where gospels speak of peace and humane actions,
Yet to this day I see nothing more then hate and loathing,
Rapists, killers and martyring factions.



This is my world, in which the temples burn,
This is my land, in which the people yearn,
This is my country, in which there is chaos,
This is the U.S.A., in which people never learn.

 

So true....so true...at least in my opinion.