PROPHECY (POEM)

The men who founded the great country took us down to hell, keeping millions in chains for two centuries.

The rugged fantasy they made up caught future children in a trap and reeled them in.

Big conditioning turned open hearts into blocks of frozen potential, turning to stone the future liberators and corrupting our destiny.

Beautiful days polluted by gunfire, making monsters out of the customers addicted to the dead end news cycle.

Beasts hiding inside beauty advertisements, forcing the natural world to surrender as their puppet masters curse all of time into a continuous factory of war.

Where the only job left is to become a prophet of doom.

And where could have been paradise for all remains the ashes of everyone.