We the People

We the People

We the People are shadows

In dark corridors filled

With empty promises

They are paid to be dull

Unmoved by strong light

Or stunned in the headlights

Like herds of deer praying

Made in America are false words

As corporate welfare fills the boxes

Upon the porches for green thieves

Never mind the cameras

Never mind who sent it

Never mind who made it

Never mind who wants it

Never mind the hidden contents

Never mind the politics

America the Beautiful

Is full of garbage hidden

At the bottom of lakes

And rivers full of chemicals

Spun through piles of carbon

To give the impression of clean

Tin cans and plastic ends underground

The unseen corpses 

of supermarket shelves and warehouses

All of this is a reverse famine

Building the bloat of the blind

Pursuit of Crappiness

Don't read the words

Hear them from the elected fools

Who have made you in their image

They have no sense

They are founders of stupidity

Creators of the triangle wheel

They and them and theirs

Belonging to no one else

Semper fly

The genius of nothing

The knower of less

Empty thrills repeated

Every mountain can't be climbed

Every stream a wall

Every wall a target

All must stand at it

Look them in the eyes

Dream there is something

In that empty head

Just a thought is the trigger

Barry G. Wick