| Land of LiberTV I want a country where there aren't reality shows Or Republican polls, Where I can tell the difference between CNN & Jerry Springer & every day doesn't look like a trailer preview for Armageddon. I want a country that doesn't combine rape & weather sports & war celebrities & murder. I want a country that asks questions, because last time I checked, it's a flag, not a blindfold. And 1,000 points of light shouldn't shine through bullet holes. I want to live in a country that doesn't show people eating grass and then wonder 'why do they hate us?' before cutting away to a Subway diet commercial. Are you buying what they're selling? Are you ready to die for a cheap tank of gas, and pick up your sons and daughters, wrapped in plastic, with a flag like a barcode as the price you pay for living in the United Corporations of America? I want to live in a country where I don't hear the phrase 'the lesser of two evils' when I vote. If I have a choice, give me a President who takes a consenting woman spread-eagled and together they turn the Oval Office into their own private fantasy suite, than have it be a war room where men slam-bam strip me of my privacy, and violate me for reasons of national security that they say I'm asking for. And I'm paying for. I want a country that doesn't call me un-American because I'd rather think than watch 'American Idol'. And if speech is still free, then why is Northwest Airlines watching me? We're not supposed to get angry.... "Duct tape yourself to sleep, America, we'll leave the light on for you. It's only an Amber alert, have some prosac." "You're a smart shopper; we're the low price leader. And the world needs our 'world order' of french fries, Diet Coke and a Big Mac Attack/ and attack and attack and a big Iraq Attack--'Don't hate us because we're beautiful," as we Lemon Pledge the allegiance-- --& fly the friendly skies everyday, as high overhead we drop a payload of democracy's dark tears on countries that can't even afford milk cartons to put their missing children on. And just when you think this poem might be over, please, God, let it be over... I say to you, it's only just begun. Duct tape your TV, not liberty. Holly Henson Anoka, MN |
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April 2004 |
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