Death to Hydra

it is eel-like

the reach of corporations

who worm their way thru

loophole after loophole

to take imminent domain

over the landscape

for the sake of some coal

or even black gold

and often we are told

It will be good for the nation

but this is a nation

of encroaching corporations

who have sky-scraped

through Mount Olympus

to control the laws that

govern us

and corrupt the ones who swore

to protect us

this land is no mans land

when it can seized by a court order

stolen by bureaucracy

by proxy of a bank

It was only a matter of time 

before a new hydra was born

out of the entrails of a dead plutocracy

whose oily tentacles

have now reached across our waters

across our reservations

selling a pipe dream

To an awakening nation

It is time to fight oil for water

It is time to fight oil with blood

for we have countless ancestors

fighting through us

fighting with us

let their voices slay

the many heads

of the black snake

let our words be the scythe

let our prayers be the fire

that cauterizes the wounds

of this greedy beast of an empire

Colossus

It was soul heavy
generation crushing
these symbols
of false freedoms
that hang over us
as we stood in the Aryan shadow
of a new colossus

all the roads
lead to the same concrete idealogy
that the old gods
Always have to make way
For the new ones

And we--
the White Clay People
look up to the libertas
The mount rushmore
The barrier put in place
To divide and conquer
To make way for
For the systematic slaughter

their statues
marble-white
eyes soulless and blank
how befitting
they made it in their god's image
and we carved into the stone
inevitable perishable hieroglyphs
that the sun would bleach out
that the rain would wash away
because we knew we'd all go back
into that shaken etch-a-sketch
that we call earth

we had no coliseums
no great pyramids
just the sinking mounds
that the giants left us
but does that imply our existence
is less meaningful?
put it on a pedestal

we don't care to be carbon-dated
manipulated
Into theories that deny our place
here in the united states
invisible
With liberty and justice
For some

Old stones are crushed
Bones turned to cement
And plaster
But we did not mean
To be martyrs
Our own places of worship
Decimated to make way
For modern day culture

Because America was built in a day
so that only the whites can say
This is our land
And isn't it colossal
The joke made of my people
that we were somehow
Less worthy to hold dominion
Over these lands.

Ozymandias
Let the decay come
And free us