Let no one breathe or move.
The United States Army takes flight,
the bald eagle wraps itself in the flag when it goes hunting.
The good boys hand out rations of veiled fire.
The president of the nation plays golf with the entire planet,
and I wrap myself in the flag too, to keep out the rain.
Just like me, the people from the suburbs in Cleveland.
The bastards of the triple K in Arkansas light a bonfire,
the Quran burns slowly, so as not to scandalize the sad souls of believers.
The good boys drop bombs on the children of the desert.
A siren gives herself away in Long Island to all the marines,
and from Indiana and Fort Benning, a ray of sun sets the mosques ablaze.
I wrap myself in the flag and dance a blues with the stabbed black mother.
The good boys get drunk to rip open the exiled’s belly,
the victory parade runs through the sewers of Wall Street.
People with twisted tongues cross themselves when they see our planes,
and these planes vomit, spit, leaving trails in the night.
I’ve never been to Louisiana, but you represent me.
The good boys stage a coup on the reverse side of the Earth,
and here we are, rolling in bed with Trump and Uncle Sam.
The bugle sounds to wake us from the nightmare in the fentanyl zone of the zombies,
and I wrap myself in the flag under the bridge, waiting for someone to take me by force.
The good boys blow themselves to pieces, forgetting the commandment:
it's useless to try to dance rock 'n' roll in a minefield,
but we don’t care. Children still keep being born, only to be devoured by the streets,
and I am air, I am the enormous flag that makes the world tremble.
I am whispering United States.
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Author:
jose manuel rodriguez (
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Giant with green paper foot !
WOW! You have something to say and I, personally, am glad you said it. If the truth upsets anyone's sensibilities...so be it. True love for one's country, true patriotism, is being able to see the flaws so that they can be mended and moved on from. Blind faith in broken systems and discriminatory policies is the antithesis of love or patriotism. Thank you for highlighting what needs to be highlighted. I mean, the poem is brilliant in its own write...structured perfectly to meet its content; however, the content really really delivers! Well done on this social critique! An instant favorite.
Great write
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