I was around when they crawled on the ground in the mud and the blood of the jungle. You better obey and stay out of our way this old giant is ready to rumble.
We came from the west thinking we was the best and we bet 58,000 kids. We weren't so aloof when we jumped on the roofs and we left hangin' on to the skids.
A little time passed when Iran kicked our ass as they held diplomats in their prison. After 444, not another day more, was a deal with the devil that freed 'em.
Lie after lie and some bombs from the sky proved the world's bully has trouble learnin'. Deceiving and cheating the freak we was feeding left crude oil on water burning.
The masses were pissed, they were hoping for this on the day that the steel turned to powder. The fate of that date helped to cultivate hate and the hate couldn't get any louder.
More time has passed, freedom fighters kick ass, while we ask, "What the hell are we doing?" Reality's died while the TV's deciding history ain't what we're reviewing.
It is what it is. It is what it is. I was there. You were there, too. Now I'm here and I'm waitin' for you!
Michael Bonanno is a published poet, essayist and musician who lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. Some of his poetry can be found at The Poetry Corner at OpEdNews.He is an associate editor for OpEdNews.
Bonanno is a political progressive, not a Democratic Party apologist. He believes it's government's job to help the needy and that leaving the people's well being to the so called "private sector" is social suicide.His CDs may be purchased at CD Baby.
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