Manifest Destiny!

Restless ol' quest esprit-

Best of the Westerly claims!

Drunkenly binging,

Ah fuck, we're impinging!

Our cups runneth over again...

Three cheers for Jefferson,

Preachers, and Remingtons!

Free jeers for everyone else!

Gawblezamurica!

Good God, I'm sure it's a

Damn-shame t'live anywhere else!

Don't flinch if we harm ya!

...sure, I've heard of "car-ma":

Ain't that what's makes chocolates so tasty?

We's was blessed with a sword

'n we earned our reward,

So now don't ya go calling us hasty!

We'll break'em and bleed'em,

So here's to our freedom!

Cheers to the Land we was born in!

Danifest Mestiny!

Tip back the rest... hope we

Don't regret that in the mornin'.

Is the rush I feel in my wound-licked soul

the holy spirit or just abused, rusty

fans behind the pews, working overtime to keep

cool amid summer heat, derived

from impending fire and brimstone?

I squirm. 

The pastor holds up a bible 

and says, HE is joining us

HE is here, manifest.

Repent, and raise those hands!

The emperor with no clothes felt

more clothed than me right then,

the roof removed from my sin-riddled

self, marred and twisted by judgment

casket blown open, a seal broken

standing face to face

with God

or a rusty fan. 

Old west rancher, Anderson Miller

Had roosters and cattle

Than anyone in his neighborhood

Once in days or weeks, who cares?

He gathers them together

Ministering like a preacher

Oh ye brethren, we are gathered here today,

to witness the slaughtering of one us.

I, as your keeper have been grieved by hunger

I have had sleepless nights

Your moos and coos have made me weary

The smell of your poop's, irritates me.

So therefore, a sacrifice is to be made.

Two nights ago, our brother Mani

From the rooster tribe, was sacrificed

Though he fought like a soldier

Before my silly smoothly knife

His struggle, shall not be forgotten

People gathered closely to watch this commotion.

For his staggering old voice, rocked with sensation.

From his hip tall wall, we watch for fun.

Out of great compassion and mercy

I have decided this day

To exclude the sore roosters

As they mourn, for their beloved brother “ Mani”

For his parts, gave me strength.

Moving onto the rodeo of contention

He takes a small stick

That he calls, “the silly cat”

Flings it high

Whichever of the member of the herds it falls upon

That brethren hays is sealed in fate

Oh! Oh! Mustafa

Just yesterday, I brushed your beards

You told me about your frustration

In getting Melinda to be your mate

You asked me for tips to win her heart

I'm sorry you'll never get to try them.

Oh! Oh! Mustafa

I fed you some plantain peels

We hugged for minutes

Telling each other how we feel

A rule is a rule

For many were called

You were chosen

Though this may hurt

I promise to be gentle

He slowly takes the billygoat away

Though I wanted to cry

The show was over, the crowd disintegrated

Now that old Anderson Miller

Rests six feet closer to his brothers

The whole town wept

For such a manifest, unlike no other

Will be missed for a long time.

Only a king, could have had such an attention

Free to air

United by our affection

Here now lies Anderson Miller’s park

A place for all, a place of fun

120 years ago

Anderson Miller had roosters and cattle

Than anyone in his neighborhood.

Far west, in Texas town.

Drips the crimson blood from his wounds,

And deepens the colour of earth.

His eyes are hollow, so much death he has seen,

He was not a killer by birth.

But today his body hangs in shreds

Barely tied up at the girth.

Neither he is a budding revolutionary 

Nor an arsonist with a twisted stand,

He is a simple family boy

Dutifully serving his motherland.

His torso lying on the Reeves sleeve

Just ready to hear the bagpipe band.

He is a soldier with no caste or creed,

For some he doesn't even have a name,

Apolitical and no vested interests to plead,

He suffers the most in this game.

All because we deny the ultimate truth ...

That WE ALL BLEED THE SAME !

Blue blood is a myth, you see

For we all bleed the same. 

Burgundy runs hot and fast in our veins

As red and as certain as a sunrise.

We all bleed the same

For the vessel says nothing about the life 

that writhes, quick, quickly in it

and never ceases, 'till it is taken.

Perhaps by God or by another man, 

who will not know whose blood 

it is, smeared stark across his hands 

For we all bleed the same. 

And as we struggle to keep bloodlines pure, 

to purge our perfect world 

of those whose quality of thought 

doesn't meet our blue- blooded standards, 

remember that our blue- blood river flows from many streams

and that we all bleed the same. 

Before the bible was written,

Before humanity was conceived,

Before forbidden fruit gardens

Tempting Adam and Eve,

Before Renaissance paintings,

Before the birth of man,

There was a place of nature,

A vast luscious land.

It breathed in sapphire skies,

It exhaled emerald grass,

As is the case with all beauty,

In time it would not last.

As we grew with the mountains,

And became wiser to the seas,

Boasting of our compassion,

Yet raping the Earth with ease,

We capitalized on suffering,

And in fear of the unknown

We singlehandedly tore apart

The land we had called home.

Because I am human,

Does not give me the right,

To poison a whole ecosystem,

To take a single life.

Because I am human,

I must accept the blame,

For when there is nothing left,

all we know is that

We all bleed the same.