Redline White Power Blueprint

They Strung us up, and gutted us,
and wrung us dry and gray
And they never broke their gaze
As they sanctioned all their citizens,
whose battle cry is “Thanks!”

For every thousand pensions burned,
they earn an Abrams tank
that aren’t intended to defend us,
they will just be used against us
once we’re sick of being dividends
and dare to storm the banks

And we’re kettled, gassed, and flanked

Drowning, mouths agape,
Saturated full of mace

Thirsting even for the metal
in the leaded glass Obama drank

And THAT’S the closest thing to reparations
they’ll accommodate

They’re busy looking for Ukrainians to make it rain,
killer swag from Raytheon,
and cold stacks of compensation

The Good Ole USA
has quite a long and storied past
of patting Nazis on the back,
which helps explain the ugly fact
a former Nazi headed NASA,
one was NATO’s chief of staff,
and one the Secretary Gen
of the United Fucking Nations

THAT’S the soul they talk about restoring
in their speeches, and their banners,
and their ads that run ad nauseum
on every station

And, no, we’re not the greatest generation
But the greatest generation
didn’t seem to care or notice
Nazis making mass migrations

This is the Final boarding call
for the S.S. Assimilation

Watch, and wave,
and don’t connect the names
just stay complacent

Til you’re fast asleep,
and can’t perceive the Fash-adjacent
Tapestry of redline blueprints,
from white power masons

And the architects who dreamed
each bigot brick in our foundation

Who built an institution
that colludes on base of race
to see if, when you run the race,
you ever make it out the gates,
or if they start you in the winners circle,
which case, you can thank your birth right, namesake, good grades, fresh face,
and possibly the fact
you didn’t grow up under occupation

And that’s the very crux of the American abomination

It’s what this country
fucks into your head on every station,
through faux opposing views of red and blue that serve the same predation

The devil’s in the details and the implications

The devil’s in the thinly-veiled intimidations

The devil’s voted ‘present’ every session
And attended every Oval Office conversation

And that’s how things have gone
since our creation

And Will until we kill the last crosanthemum
and numb the last sensation

From the glacier to the streets
From the river to the sea
To a little stream in Ecuador,
as black as it can be.

I know it’s hard to watch the trauma
On a tiny screen
You’ve gotta pinch and zoom to catch them changing magazines
Single-digit deaths in standard Def
Just doesn’t sell the scene
We’re gonna need it 4K Morte
More Gore, More Hardcore,
And a pretty heavy splatter-theme

And now you’re satisfied
If a bit desensitized
You shake your head a dozen times
Say we’ve run amok with crime
And then decide police are gonna need
Some more support,
and more funds,
if they’re gonna thwart
the next seven Columbines


You say this wave of violence
is like nothing that you’ve ever seen

Guess you’ve only been with us
a couple weeks

Guess you’d say the future’s
pretty fucking bleak