Tag: American-disillusionment
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The Lord(s) are Un-American
My America undresses its wounds to the world—the Fathers memories living in torn cloudsand forgetful weather scribbled over in black.The new gods lick mine/our bones clean,leaving the crumbs for the hungry aban-doned by their once great country.(All the bombs, the rockers red glarecan’t create patriots better than the Fathers good words.)My flag once was my…