When I Look At You, My Red White And Blue Brother

When I look at you, my red white and blue brother
I don't see freedom or opportunity
I see joyless consumption and exploitation and loss of innocence

When I look at you, my red white and blue brother
You assume it is with envy
But rather it is with relief that I escaped you
And time softens quickly hardened feelings so now I also feel a little sympathy, my red white and blue brother

Because like an elderly woman who still wears make-up and short skirts
Sashaying around showing off liver spotted saggy skin
You have ceased to be dynamic and are now a hindrance, a weight tied to the legs and feet of the world pulling them below the surface into deep water

When I look at you, my red white and blue brother
I see the danger of a simple slow witted child in a powerfully built body easily switching between moods when he doesn't get his way

Your fat man boob men with their prehistoric savage ladies
And their anxiety medication for taking two steps outside their front door
And their empire of military muscle and force applied in a criminal manner
It could be two worlds both deserving of blame

And I blame it on too much preservatives in food, too much salt, too much corn syrup and sugar
And I blame it on red meat and ethno-nationalism and lack of ethno-nationalism
And I blame it on culture strangled and replaced in the crib by commerce

by Raj Dronamraju

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