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An American Beast
An American Beast
There’s a pair of cowardly yellow eyes staring out of the heart of the darkness. Staring up at the moon like a baleful werewolf, Keeping to the shadows Well away from the water lest he catch a glimpse of his own bestial reflection. He licks his lips and drools his greed onto his matted stained hair
An American beast is hungry for the lives of our children He only feasts on promises as the truth twists his stomach sick. An American beast charms the habits off of nuns and desecrates their crucifixes to hang burning bodies from. An American beast prowls the suburbs at night Spilling the trash cans filled with hypocrisies all over their emerald sprinkler lawns There is no half way between lies and facts. There is no halfway between discourse and violence. There is no middle ground between democracy and fascism. No soul is beating within the American beast
An American Beast
There are cowardly yellow eyes looking out from the darkness. They gaze up at the moon like a threatening werewolf, Staying hidden in the shadows Far from the water to avoid seeing its own animal-like reflection. It licks its lips and lets its greed drip onto its dirty, tangled hair.
An American beast is hungry for our children's lives. It only eats promises while the truth makes it feel sick. An American beast can charm nuns and ruin their crosses to hang burning bodies. An American beast roams the suburbs at night Spilling trash cans full of lies on their green, watered lawns. There is no in-between for lies and facts. There is no in-between for talking and violence. There is no middle ground for democracy and dictatorship. No soul lives inside the American beast.