LocoMon

Indio Chicano Dice

So then,

let this judgment day come

and come soon I say

and take you all away,

both black and white

and everything in between

and leave me to my way

Your christian Ways

Are Like your Words

Your Words

Like Your Philosophy

One way In

And Two Ways OUT

Your Mouth Your Laws

Forked tongued Christians

saying one thing

Yet doing another

Through your laws you profess

Freedom in your commons

A Prized Possession to What?

Casting stones at the first unknown?

Dropping Napalm like butter?

On those that would dare to think

different from you

Destroying buffalo herds by the millions

as a food source for another

breaking the great prairie sods

for your quadrants of Space

Little Man and your Containment Fields!

bringing in the dust storms

Ruining your own drinking water

Destroying your own breathing air

Razing the land where four leggeds roam and grow

All for WHAT???

Your thirst for greed and power

Your containment field of philosophy

Will Be Your OWN DEMISE

American knowledge is not to be envied

but pitied

for the values it espouses

your future generations to come

are the ones you hurt

Your culture is nihilistic,

Yourself self-destructive

and no amount of words

can change your arrogance

And the miserable trajedy

You Follow

Long live the cockroach.

LocoMon

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