'One.'

Purge the insides of feeling,
emancipate government whores,
political pain unleashed
every waking night
sleeping day.

Watch the fear ooze
from the screen,
stench of the overcooked world,
baked over Bollingers at a five star
monument.

El Presidente emblazoned
on the front page

comrade-in-arms without a clue,

night time news
to headline print,
catalogued for my son's future
demise.

Two phallic symbols of extravagant
proportions
sunk:

in the name of God

one by one
the lonely decent,
snap-shots of what we've become.

One boy, gun in hand
spray can the other

morally defaces his innocence lost,

father half-dead,
my mother?

his America, mother gone.

Idealistic
idiosyncrasies,

idolised
the bearer of the U.S. Dollar

the English Pound shadowed
secretly weeps for independence

and is on borrowed time.

America with it's tired allies
off their leash
belly's showing,
for all their might
won't paralyse the parasites.

Creatures of God re-armed with blind belief,
await the callous call to jack and blow

the western world

apart

thankyou.

Michaela James.