High Definition Noise

the noise of the city below is deafening
the people scuttling around to make money
the puppet leaders answering to no one

vampires of the Americana dreamers
drinking the blood of youth while they work
who sleep through life's' little white lie
no shame to this bliss, it just is

promises of gold Master Cards
to pay for big TV vices
drowning youth in mindless watching
of clowns in high definition color

we see the sweet and glitter on their faces
screens of I candy never releasing
its death grip on our mind

the sun shines on the buildings drenching the flag
as it waves in the wind commanding attention

we have so much to fight for
perceived freedoms, perceived happiness,
perceived power and the right to drink, smoke,
carry guns to kill one another

the flower of doom with sun spots is healing
it will one day grow up to swallow us all
in icy packed cartons of ground up meat
one by one together we'll grind
like the empires of history told to us by parents
and their parents before

virtual earths becoming reality
incoming rocks from tanks in war zones
hired mercenaries with no allegiance
except to the almighty dollar

true measure is in us
but we are a sleep
this time around

maybe the next time we'll jump
out of our selves and into life
or maybe I'm kidding you and myself that,
we will ever weak up

©2008 Jose F. Sosa