Cherry Blossoms and Bullets Coup d’état
Nationalism blooms among the populace
Cowering under the wing of a feckless lobby
Stoking flames of raging militaristic might
Chicken Hawk’s and their children take comfort
While their softness rests under down duvets
Protected by profits of heritage and war’s machine
Burgeoning secret societies’ totalitarianism buds
Extremist’s fevered blood motivates naïve outrage
Running through the veins of the all-too-many stooges
Zealots boastfully bluster of power and of glory
Never knowing the pain of slaughter or agony
Yet youth’s sweaty virgin hands clench AR 15’s
Shackled skeletons of unrelenting suicidal cries
Survivors forever suffocate under PTSD’s battles
Smothered beneath demise of manhood and hope
And oligarchs reap the rewards of our bloodshed.
Our sweat wasn’t enough for them…
It was only the beginning.
Welcome to Plutocracy.
Made in the USA.
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