Go ahead and scream Goddamnit!
Call out to your sweet Goddamned worship!
Howl from your hell of Goddamned throbbing!
Overlook the phantoms Goddamnit!
Castigate the living Goddamnit!
There’s honor in that! (At least it’s something…)

Strip the brown, pallid skin down to bone.
Strip the bared bone down to marrow.
Snap the back and crack the hand!

Are you doing what you can to save America?
Are you insuring that our planes stay aloft?
That their roar comes not crashing souls?
Who have you tortured today?
If no one, you're a traitor to America!
You do not respect her will!

Strip the brown, pallid skin down to bone.
Strip the bared bone down to marrow.
Snap the back and crack the hand!

Destroy life without murdering the physical being;
the definitive atonement of the insane.
Rid the world of joy,
adorn it in tongueless mourning
and the spirit of the black horse
is yours to saddle.

The sinister hand of torture is at the door.
Can you not hear it tapping?
It wants to enter and lash your children,
bend your fingers back to wrist,
shackle you, and cackle
with each drop of water
that
sinks
into
your
brow.

Strip the brown, pallid skin down to bone
and you’ve won.
Strip the bared bone down to marrow
and you’ve conquered.
Snap the back and crack the hand
and you’re king!

Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman