What will it take to wake America’s dead?
Should I prepare a most lavish spread?
On our menu we always serve, “Ignorance Is Bliss!”
Americans are clueless and think nothing’s amiss.
As propaganda revs up, the truth gets distorted.
Another drone strike is authorized; no mission aborted.
The menu keeps growing as the body count rises.
And another day dawns, with no new surprises.
I wait for the awakening and the questioning tongues.
Where is the outrage from air-filled lungs?
Lies and distractions fill every bowl.
They go down with ease as you swallow them whole.
Are the dead really dead or are they all just asleep?
From the people of America, I don’t hear a peep.
The world is on fire and the rivers run red.
Is this a bad dream or are you really dead?
Keep eating from the plate of selfish delight.
No one can ever satisfy that beast’s appetite.
Once you’re on the menu, your ass is toast.
You’re no longer alive, you’ve the substance of a ghost.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland