A Civilian's Pledge

The dominators of western capitalist prostitution,
Rise tall and proud, staring at your tedious existence.
No dreams of improvement, killing mankind's revolution.
You are their national convenience, no chance of resistance.

Subjugated identities, conforming to abnormality,
Liberty suppressed. Muzzled freedoms of speech,
Claiming inability, but your biggest crime is impartiality,
Never acknowledging these ideals are a conformist's breach.

Inhaling the smoke of your charcoaled dreams,
Detesting fate for not bestowing you with bliss,
Forgetting you ignored your inner child's screams,
By consenting to inhabit this sin infested abyss.

Innocent souls massacred in a filthy, oily war,
The price of a life diluted for the price of your gas.
Gifting men with gold for bleeding flesh, deadly lure.
Allowing them to forget, gold does not God surpass.

An Iraqi war hero returns home, broken mind,
Mourning his brothers returning framed in a coffin,
Yearning his wife's touch, the lady he left behind,
Now common meat, sin meets sin as he feels her skin.

Centuries of torturous slavery, still remains alive.
Institutionalized minds, running in distorted directions,
Suppressed talents dying in crime infested ghettos,
Dying with every hour, innocent childish expectations.

Freedom restricted, individuality assassinated.
Infidelity a fashion, fading ideals of religion,
Propaganda inducing hate, no race discriminated,
Spiritual iniquity enticed by blinding media.

That sense of peril behind your closed door.
Another child killed. Hear his mother scream?
Open your eyes! See what filth lies before you,
I give to you, in all its glory, the American dream.

�© Natalie M. Sarantos

08.05.05...12.12 a.m.

***I apologise if this poem offends anyone but I live in a democratic country where expressing our opinions is allowed. Some may love it, some may hate it. This is my art.***