Red, White & Blues

Kids play

cowboys and Indians

grow into men and women play

Muslims and Christians

hooked on Red Man

chewing tobacco

and American Spirit

cigarettes

and t-shirt tans

fade to skin cancer

for white farmers

fresh out of the army

no sun

screen

calls from Bollywood

Indians

peace pipe smoking

dancing on fire

water

drown

old blues musicians

run aground fleeing

Big Easy

sleezy politicians

can’t feel the music

never had the

blues

haven’t got a

clue

about

right and wrong

write

and

long after we’re gone

they’ll sing the same old

songs

from Mississippi

to Chicago

all the way down to New Orleans

still they sing

sea to shining

see massive inequality

singing the blues

in Ferguson, Missouri

in Oakland,

in Baltimore,

and in NYC

and in America today

Uncle Sam’s hands

still drip

red

blood

and you can only breathe

if you’re

white

and countless

black

people

still have the

blues

still treated like property

still shot like

dogs in the street

shots ring out and

cops choke-holding

court

murdering justice

in the summer heat

and cold of winter

black faces turn

blue

can’t breathe

suffocated like Iraqis

got the

blues

turn off the news

channels don’t matter

white

hands still

red

blood

from indigenous holocaust

red

blood

from backs of slaves

in shallow graves

stripped of humanity

no different

than the eighteen-fifties

brainwash kids

to pledge blind faith

and allegiance

we kill without reason

kill for America

the beauty-less

beast

of a nation

from administration

to administration

Kennedy,

Clinton,

Bush

& Obama

no different than

George Washington

all cloaked in Caesars’ clothes

open

concentration camps

for American citizens

of Japanese descent

do the Ku Klux

Can-Can

dance for Uncle Sam

we’re his nephews

and nieces

selling our souls now

just to pay rent

on stolen land

no,

we won’t stand

for your anthem

we got the

red,

white

& blues

and with nothing left

we got nothing to lose

all-in

pockets full of

change

is more than

a campaign slogan

believe in

ourselves

we are millions

strong

and our songs

are no longer

just the

blues

they are battle hymns

we beat war drums

still

but we come in peace

so don’t bother calling

the police

there’s nothing they can do

we no longer fear you

and we’re through

pledging our allegiance

to a blood drenched rag

you can kill most of us

but you’ll run out

of body bags

before we give up

we’ll keep turning

other cheeks

like Dr. King

and that bastard carpenter

from Nazareth

we’ll only raise our fists

in solidarity

and fight with our minds

and spirits

until the end

of time,

fight with

art and music,

war drums

so loud they’ll hear it

on Capitol Hill,

they can spill our blood

but generation

after generation

we’ll take to the streets

sing justice

to the beat of

our own drums

but for now

we sing the

red,

white,

& blues…

Muslims,

Jews,

and Christians

all wishing now

that Abraham was an atheist

and Columbus had been aborted,

things haven’t been

sorted out

for so long

it’s all

long been

so wrong

from Plymouth

to Wounded Knee

to Korea

to Vietnam

to Hawaii

and Bikini Atoll,

it has all taken its toll

but still they call

roll

and kids run

out of the projects

and off farms

and we never meant anybody

harm,

we had good intentions

but that’s not enough

as Uncle Sam starts

Vietnam

after Vietnam

after Vietnam…

and if you dare

sound the alarm

they’ll silence you

one way

or another,

lock you up,

or pickle you with pills

and distill you

with whiskey and Budweiser,

drive you to

the edge

then play taps

and hand your mom a flag

to dry her tears,

don’t talk about

what you

see

no evil

hear no

cries for help

for the helpless

dress right

dress you down

now you’re sounding

blue

looking

white

like you seen a ghost,

lets raise a toast

to the father,

son,

and daughter

melting drunk

onto VFW barstools

like fish

in toxic water,

regretting they survived,

ready to die

but still they go on

singing the blues

different versions

of an age old tune

drunk and out of key

more and more depressed

each day

seeing

the younger

and younger

kids

melting drunk

onto the barstools

singing the

red,

white,

& blues…

I got the

red,

white,

& blues…

Turn off the news.

I got the

red,

white,

& blues.

My hands are red,

my flag is white,

I got the blues.

The bank took my house,

my dog ran away,

but even if I were gay

I could kill Muslims now too…

Three-cheers for equality

from sea to shining sea

we’ve got

the illusion that we’re free

an illusion of equality,

but no justice

the world over,

and no peace,

what would Dr. King think?

I heard what he said

at Riverside

one year to the day he died…

No, it ain’t all

peaches and cream,

we’re in a losing battle

against a machine…

so, I got the blues.

I got the

American empire

crushed my hopes

and dreams,

killed my spirit

and stole my soul,

so now I got to go,

Red,

White,

& Blues.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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