Welcome to America

A poem by Michael E Sparks in the style of Charles Bukowski

 
Welcome to America, where we rely on Russian hackers to free our news and corporate media outlets to cover it up.
 
Welcome to America..
 
Land of the free trade agreements…
 
Home of the slaves.
 
Welcome to America, where you are more likely to be killed by an angry white man with an AR-15, than you are to be represented by those whom you vote for.
 
While you are here be sure to visit Cleveland, Detroit and Flint and send a letter to Bill Clinton, thanking him for NAFTA.
 
Welcome to America, where the water is full of lead and the air is toxic.
 
Welcome to America, where our politicians get paid millions to tell us that scientists are liars.
 
Be sure to visit our lovely coasts, before they fall into the ocean.
 
Don’t bother with the zoo.
 
America is the zoo.
 
Welcome to America, where the citizens are dangerous and the cops serve death sentences to unarmed black people.
 
Welcome to America, where “patriots” drive huge trucks dependent on foreign oil.
 
Welcome to America, where we bomb people in the name of democracy..
 
When we do not even have democracy ourselves.
 
Welcome to America.
 
Kick back and watch your tax dollars at work on a 72″ high-definition screen.
 
Watch us bomb for democracy.
 
Watch us kill for democracy.
 
Welcome to the evil empire.
 
Welcome to Imperialism.
 
Welcome to for-profit prisons, where billionaires pass laws, so they can incarcerate poor people and spin propaganda over the airwaves that convince you to be afraid of your fellow-humans.
 
Welcome to the New World Order, where we have 662 bases in 38 foreign countries and you break your back 70 hours per week to pay for it.
 
Welcome to semi-automatic open-carry.
 
Welcome to tyrannical government, where reality TV star NAZIS run for president (AND WIN!!!)
 
Welcome to America, where we bomb innocent people, then close our doors to their refugees.
 
Welcome to America.
 
Wear Kevlar.
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One thought on “Welcome to America

  1. Pessimism what that runs the style of the poem. The author demands to lament a wonder America being ruined. Still welcomes all to join the estranged America!

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