We celebrate Liberty with bombs and fireworks
“Love thy neighbor”
Love ‘em sky high.

Liberty is a small girl, a little girl

Little girl has a terrorist in her closet
And a monster in bed with mommy.

“…Niggers and Spics…” I hear him speak out loud out back
To my sister’s husband, a thin screen door between his mouth
And his daughter’s ears.

Liberty learns her vocabulary quickly, yesterday it was
“Shoes”
Tomorrow it will be
“Faggots.”

And I hate myself a little bit more for letting her father off the hook…

Bombs went off this morning with my alarm clock.
This morning’s neighbor is London.

We love to dance with the beat of the bombs.

Yuppies celebrate laziness and excessive things that
Make them feel greater than they really are.
Always reaching for the next best thing. Always growing a bit more
Selfish. They raise little children to throw scraps of trash on the ground while
Standing ten feet away from a trash can.
The bigger the house, the better.

Gays take pride in sex and hard body worship, drugs
And high fashion, nothing else mattering besides attitude,
As they waltz out of one closet and right into another.
These days homophobia is a disease among the homosexuals-
I look at them with a hard gaze out a café window and ask myself,
“Have these guys really earned the right to marry and raise children?”

I wish I could terrorize these misguided people out of their empty closets
I wish these words could explode all around them with an amazing beat
Worth dancing to.

Keep the wealth and let the starving starve.
Let the environment rot and the U.S. economy flourish
Forget tomorrow, steal for today.
Just eat, eat, eat,

Tanks and wombs.
Office towers and temples.
Politicians and artists.
Rich and poor.
Healthy and sick.
Poison and food.
Control and freedom.
Media and eye witness.
Terrorist and revolutionary.
Activism and ignorance.

A girl named Liberty.