Born American

​warfare was the womb, and
the womb was entrenched, and
empire, amniotic, saw you nourished, and
comforted by sated stomach you settle,
soothed. soothed, so you embrace your god
-given birth right to remain silent;
how ungrateful would it be
to bite the hand that feeds you?

to bite the hand that feeds you
would cast you into the dark, and
lest you find yourself among the dark
underbelly, home of the ungrateful,
you say nothing. nothing, because
you're afraid to starve, and you
know the food will always come,
as long as the war continues.

as long as the war continues
you will cherish the fruit of lies, and
because the devil is in the details and,
where the devil dwells thou shalt not dare go,
you say nothing. nothing, lest
you venture too close to the truth, lest
you find the corners of your illusion
singed by brimstone and hellfire.

singed by brimstone and hellfire,
those heathens knew not your god, and
since salvation is reserved for those
who deserve, then clearly those people
were ungodly. ungodly, because
otherwise they'd be immune; the
circumstances of your birth are holy
when warfare is the womb

when warfare is the womb and
the womb is entrenched then
someone has to starve to
feed the beasts who make the bombs so,
you say nothing. nothing, because
someone is going to starve but, empire,
amniotic, ensures that you are nourished, so
that someone will never be you.