America, you have a nightmare
Waking you up every morning in a cold sweat
Like the last bullet in the clip
That you keep for yourself with care
You have a nightmare
The people you murdered!
Children from Vietnamese, Philippines, Palestine
Like walking dead
Walking on you
In a dead end
Playing Russian roulette at nights
At the edge of suicide
You know
Do you know?
Actually, I don’t want to call you America
Like you stole something from everyone in the world
You stole it as well, you stole your name from the Latinas
Living with a stolen identity
And, but now
Latinas are asking back their names “America”
I am speaking to them every day
“Ya Basta!” they say and add, maldito sea,
Karamba karambita!
Not that one, we are the real America
They will take their names back one day
Will take back the honour and the land
The angels and Los Angeles
The wall you try to bond in Mexican border
Will fall over you
You know that
Because every night, you see it in your nightmare
America…
You are the murderer of the sweet dreams
The murderer of Martin Luther King
A black priest who used to say ‘I have a dream”
And Malcolm X
You did not want the dreams of the blacks
The dreams of the blacks, are your nightmare
But the American Dream is the nightmare of millions of blacks
Like Malcolm X said
You will face with millions of Muhamed Ali, one day
They will beat you up, in the streets of Harlem
Mississippi will burn
You will not find
A one last exit to Brooklyn
America, you have a nightmare
In it there are Chinese instead of devils
Trembling, feeling the fear of the upcoming hit
Jeet Kune Do, Aikido, Judo…
Dragon kick, eagle talon
Hahaha, what kick, what claw
They will beat you with whatever they have
You know China is not a Chinese neighbourhood anymore
China is blown up volcano
America is cartoon made tiger
Billions of, billions of, billions of Mao Zedong
They are ringing the bell and running away for now
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong
The bell tolls for you America
When you open the door one day
You will see
One billion Bruce Lee
America, I know, you are scared
Looking for somewhere to hide
You are a ball America
Nations will sting you with sticks
No matter what you do, your destiny wont change
Like a billiard-ball
You, eventually will fall down to the hole
Down, down, down, you are low America
Down, down, down…
Until the back of beyond
America, why there is blood and tears?
Behind the sweetest words
Why blood comes out of your teeth while saying freedom?
Why blood erupts from oil wells while saying peace?
Why millions of people die in the Middle East
When you talk about freedom and peace?
America, America! Tell me!
Is there any place in this world that you didn’t commit murder
The answer goes with the wind
In the song “Blowin’ in the wind”
America
There is no “civitas eterna”in this world
States are like human beings
They are born to die
Though, I am not certain if you are a state
Because, in accordance with your capitalism
Everything is a product
So,
You are not a state but a canned food
Expiry date stamped on the surface
You have a shelf life
You will see, oil is not serum
That you keep injecting into your vessels
You’ll see
Your one night stands in the Middle East
Your strategical partners for one operation
Your honourless children of operations
Your cardinal Fethullahs
Your El Qaide, Daesh, PKK
Your alias home negro
Your troy
Endless corruptions of yours
Toilet papers that you use to wipe out your dirt
None of them cannot extend your lifetime
You will understand one day
That the world isn’t a real estate market
That your green dollars cannot buy everyone and everything
You think
When you cut 65 Million dollars aid
You will buy Quds
You cannot buy Quds
You cannot buy Palestine
You cannot buy the wind
You cannot buy the Sun
You cannot buy the rain
You cannot buy the warmth
You cannot buy the clouds
You cannot buy the colours
You cannot buy our joy
You cannot buy our pain
You cannot buy our furry
You cannot buy our hate
Speaking of hate
We all hate you
All of us:
Asia, Europe, Africa, Australia, Latin America
And even the Antarctica
And even the sun and the moon
And even whales
And even ants
And even global warming
And even the ozone layer
You upset the wind and rain
They are now hurricane and hazard
This is your share
Furry, hate and avenge
What Allen Ginsberg was saying:
“America when will we end the human war?
Get the atom bomb and get out”
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