22/12/2016

#poem #poetry #amwriting each day I pray

each day I pray for the death of Amerika
not the people, not the land,
but the fist, the crippled hand
of war, and secret empire.

each day I pray for the death of Amerika
to see the buildings turn to sand
all stripped of pride, of gold and
jewels that melt and tire.

each day I pray for the death of Amerika