Tales of The Americants


Sneak a look

Into her icy eyes

Read her as a book;

World sees her as a crook..


By day by night

The screams she fights inside

You can tell

Even in her dreams she’s in hell-


Like an old sold maid

Crawling through every day

Getting fucked-

Getting chucked to the side

On pavement she lay

Feelings fried.

She’ll even confess how dead she is inside.


Why?- no shame

No need to hide

Because society condemns the grass

Without even checking the other side!


So find her eyes.

& if you can read her story

Try not to cry.

Remember your glory

But don’t let it form you

Into one who can only see the cover.


Be one of us-

Help fight these drugs!

This pain that people feel..

We are the heartbreak-healers

The underdog-cheerleaders

The old-SOULED woman?

We see her as human

Not vermin!



We yield love and patience-

Yes, bring on your nation’s

Finest “5-star” dynasts-

This loyalty to “royalty”

While children are dying

Of hunger-from hate.

Born into turmoil:

Nothing on their plates

While some  eat only to throw it away!

What the fuck is this place?


The earth

She gave birth

To the human race

Only for us to create a space

Where the value of life

Is based on a price?


Paper stressing-

Depressing- suicide takes flight.

Yeah we kill each other,

Don’t even know why-

Some evil, some ordered

At times a murderer gets quarters

For a slaughter..

A person becomes a monster.

A daughter has no father.


But wait-

Find the girl

who’s mother is an addict.

Tell  her not to quarrel with mom, its tragic

To watch the poison damage


Millions of families..

Choked down throats

And young folk

Eating xannies-


How could she manage?

Whenever one sees her face

(even the mirror)

They see her mother.

Her holding the burden,

A constant reminder

Of the hole in everyone’s heart.

All because

“the woman couldn’t keep it apart”


Yes, a mental illness

Steals from someone,

We don’t understand

So the deal is



Turn the corner-

You’ll see first hand

That when the law finds

A black man

It strikes him with fear

In his head.


His heart beats faster,

He listens to the master

And somehow he’s still dead???



Can anyone hear us?

We’re screaming it clearer:



A twisted game of sexual play-

An eight year old girl

Sold to a bed where she lay-unconscious

For your leaders to stay

Loaded with currency..

The journalist knows too much

He died suddenly.

These are the ones

We let lead our country?


We need to discuss

A new way of thinking.

A revolution from US,

Politics is drowning-

Who can WE trust?

Pull the villains

To the dungeons

Find a new peace of mind-

But save your bullets

If you must..


Only because this has to change.

This needs to change.

We are the change.


  1. imherpoet · March 3, 2017

    I fucking love this!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. lwy1 · June 3, 2017

    I can see your heart and feel your passion in this piece. Let’s create some change. Thanks for sharing!!


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