Murderville

Murderville

In the streets of murderville there lies the bones of manifest destiny

Willowing and decaying away in the hot dry Montana sun

There in those streets children run with spray paint and guns

With tattooed faces telling stories of hatred and bitterness

Rival gangs fall as corruption overtakes them

In an array of splattered blood and pools expanding on concrete

A century ago their wild horses trod across dusty plains

Canyons spreading wide like the mouths of orphaned children

Now living off of ramen noodles and broken promises

Where our ancestors primordial birth of pure humanity praised the sun and the mountains...

The sky, the eagle, the bear, the buffalo, and holy waters 

A sage sacrifice naming those who would come after them...

Inheritors of a land that was long ago stolen...

We decimated their people...their land and their culture

Replaced it with Pepsi ads and I-phones, plasma screens, and highways

They were here a millennium before the white man came to rape their daughters and impale their sons

Upon flagstaffs of red, white, and blue...and pride, and greed, and now forgetfulness

We have executed innocent lives in the form of politics of expansion

I am not a nay-sayer nor am I a traitor for pointing out the realities of a history of murder

I speak as a purveyor of truth, and what was done to those innocent brown-skinned souls

Will continue in our own backyards, our own streets, our own schools, our own churches...

If we continue to feed voting machines designed to deny us the same God-given rights of freedom and humanity.

And in the dawn when corrupt devils' reveal their disgusting rotten teeth

There will be an epiphany of revelations upon those desecrated

Truth of humanity will show it’s brazen bones as that of wild beasts

Attacking innocent lives that were created out of nature's awakening

We will pay the ransom held by their personage and their offspring forever-after

A reminder of the evil that dwells within men who praise progress and innovation

Over the purity of the human spirit

There will be a day soon to come…

Where we will all weep and mourn over those who were once called

Grandmother and Grandfather...Americans no more. 


Copyright Adam Gaile 2013