Arthur wrote:
Hrmm maybe when this tournament is done, we can have rap battles.
Hahaha. Here is the poem I thought about re-writing. Obviously it was written as a result of 9/11, I think everyone that writes wrote something then. I wrote it because I was so irritated by all the trendy Patriotism going on with the magnetic ribbons and the flags and whatnot, so annoying.
I think if I made it more relevant to today's political climate it could be cool, but I'm not political so I have no desire to finish it really. It was just scrawled in a notebook, that's usually how stuff begins, I just let it flow so some things come out a bit vapid. Then I'll go back and re-work things if I think it has potential. Anyway, here it is:
WHEREVER THE PLANES LAND
I sat and watched
it burn
Counted
as the they fell
Did anyone care?
Sort of
Not really
Then, the obligatory flags are raised
so enormous they eclipse
the sun from the earth
And the parades march on
filled with joyous laughter
and satisfaction
that you were part of something, and
though you drape yourself
in that flag
and wallpaper your car with
“God Bless America” bumper stickers
that were made in Japan
You have forgotten
As red, white, and blue
is the color of the day
and American blood
is the flavor of the week
You have reduced it all
to a popularity contest:
“We’ve got to fit in!”
And now those flags
won’t allow you to set sail
because the wind has
battered holes through them—
the fabric of your Ode to Freedom
is worn and dirtied by neglect
Neglect
Your bumper stickers are cracked
and peeling
Your t-shirt, faded
Because you have forgotten
And now more parades march on
Those flags now burn in your hands
Anger fuels a war...on war?
Anti-violence brings violence:
No tears, just tear gas
“We’ve got to fit in—burn the White House!
Fly a plane into it!”
We the People! The hypocrites!
And those who still fly
their tattered, faded
and forgotten flag
call a TV show contestant
their “Freedom Fighter” as he sings
into the camera
while the only sand between his toes
is from a beach in California
No tanks, just tank tops
Welcome to America
the land where everything is convenient—
except memories
They sell out quick and
the backorders are never filled and
though you’ve paid for them
you simply forget
Stand proud and wave your dirty flag—
or burn it
Wherever the planes land
EDIT: The "TV show contestant" line is about that Marine from American Idol that people kept calling a "freedom fighter." Man, that fucking irked me. Here I was with friends actually over in Iraq and Afghanistan fighting a real war while this asshole is up in Hollywood livin' it up and
he's a freedom fighter? WTF? Fuck that and fuck you. Americans are so stupid some times.