In My America…

In my America, murder is justifiable.
In my America, people suffer while freedom is preached.
In my America, convenience always outweighs humanity.
In my America, it’s “we the government…”
In my America, interracial couples are prominent while racism thrives.
In my America, we sweep things under the rug and pretend they don’t exist.
In my America, our world is too precious to think about the worlds of others.
In my America, the corrupt gangs are police officer and the victims are the people.
In my America, there’s no such thing as the people, just corporations and banks.
In my America, the problems stems from the authorities and so do the solutions.
In my America, the homeless are treated less than human.
In my America, all knowledge is given.
In my American, the truth will gets you incarcerated.
In my America, there is no tolerance.
In my America, parents can’t be parents.
In my America, the decision is starvation or consumption of tainted resources.
In my America, everything is a disease.
In my America, we choose pharmaceuticals over nutritionist.
In my America, the news doesn’t broadcast, it provokes.
In my America, capitalism reign supreme.
In my America, we argue about social issues while laws are secretly passed.
In my America, we are run by sociopaths and greed.
In my America, we prefer conspicuous consumption.
In my America, money is the only language understood.
In my America, we take, but never give.
In my America, our only birthright is debt.
In my America, you can never truly own.
In my America, perversion is the new normality.
In my America, they steal the best years of your life in exchange for fixed income retirement.
In my America, war is the solution and troops are applauded.
In my America, your private life is public knowledge.
In my America, illnesses are made.
In my America, we live in excess.
In my America, we have no clue what we are fighting for.
In my America, there are no rights.
In my America, all information is classified.
In my American, nothing is United.
In my America, the Confederation never died.
In my America, everything is skin deep.
In my America, we are so divided we cannot stand.
In my America, it is the home of the slaves and the land of the Living Dead.