Divided And Conquered (A Message of Love to Americans Everywhere)

Divided and Conquered

(A Message of Love to Americans Everywhere)

(10/30/03-3/19/06)

 

America, honey?  Wake up, baby—I think you’re having a bad dream.  . . . Sweetheart?  Come on, darling.  The new day’s almost here . . . America? . . . It’s time to wake up . . .

 

You twenty-hour-a-week-sports-watching-crack-smoking-wellfare-collecting

fools

—wake up.

You lethargic-self-centered-materialistic-ultra-violent-misguided-pieces-of-disjointed-

blue-collar-patriotism

idiots

—wake up.

You semi-educated-think-you-know-it-all-plugged-in-don’t-touch-my-Hummer

mother-fuckers

—wake the hell up.

 

You Republicans.  You Democrats

You Left. You Right.

You in betweens.

You capitalist pawns

Don’t you know that your low-life prostitute political icons hate you?

They’ve got to keep you off guard.

—to keep you running in circles

—to like what they say you like

—to hate what they say you hate

—to do the bidding of their homosexual Bilderberger benefactors 

—to march off to fucking war

For corporations owned by white-bread, blue-blood, apolitical captains of industry

Who’ll only bend over for the pope to receive his blessing

So they can steal from your neighbors without guilt or fear

Does this keep you safe or make them rich, dear? 

 

Yeah, baby, they feed off of you. 

They drink your sweat and the blood they’ve spilled

Mixed with the effluence of the children they’ve killed

With the sharp, shiny axes

They bought with your taxes. 

I know you too have been wounded

But you can’t find the scar. 

You’re as dumb as they think you are.

As dumb as they’ve made you.

Yeah, they make you, baby.

So make no mistake—

As you spend your time hating

 And baiting

 And waiting

 And grating

 Your nails against the other man’s slate—

hate—hate—hate

That they’re the ones who opened the gate

And you’re so divided you don’t know it’s so late.

You’ve been divided and conquered

And split down the middle

Drawn and quartered, so distracted,

That you can’t learn the riddle

You see, Satan’s house is divided too—and so are you.

So are you.

So are you, you stinking flip,

You ignorant nigger,

You wet-back spic,

You white trash cracker,

You skin-head punk,

You fucking gook,

You nip, you jew, you

. . . you . . .

You lefty,

You righty,

You tight-ass whitey

So blinded by race

You protect the high and the mighty

You dysfunctional bigots

Drunk with your pride

(Can’t you realize we’re all human inside?)

They made you this way

Made you drunk with their wine

But you don’t remember

You can’t even think

That there were many like me

Who bade you don’t drink

But now things are not what they seem

It’s only a dream.  It’s only a dream.

It’s your horrible nightmare that’s making me scream.

But they won’t wake you up.

No they’ll never let you in. 

They can’t have the “unwashed”

Aware of their sin. 

They like things the way they are.

Where they fly off to Europe

And you steal a car

Or if you’re lucky

 You can bust a rhyme

Or sell your whole life

Eight hours at a time

Just to buy one.

The status quo is the friend they know

A world where the masses are on the go

While they kick back and take things slow.

No they’ll never let you in.

Not for nothin’.

No—first you’ve got to join their club. 

Like Bush, like Rumsfeld, like Cheney and Ley.

Like the Powells and Wolfowitz and Chocolate Candy.

Like Swartzenegger and Wilson.  Like Ashcroft and Freeh.

And prove you’ll do anything to satisfy their greed.

But you’re all on the outside and they’ll never let you be.

United we stand? My ass—MY ASS!

As they pump up the volume and the prices of gas.

“Oh, but we’re at war with Iraq—that problem won’t last.”

Didn’t you fucking hear me? I said, “MY ASS!” 

They’ve invented your cultures with their media assets

And then sell it back to you bit by bit

Counting on the fact that you won’t give a shit

And knowing you won’t live long enough to perceive all of it

‘Cause you’re eating all their fast-food-crap

That’s sure to kill you before you snap

Just as your eyes open to see the light.

Feeling truth’s warmth on your face after a cold winter night.

Yeah—see the light . . .

The light that reveals their sick-little-greasy-pedophile-peckers

You’ve been feeling up your ass your entire life.

But they’ve got you to the point where you love the strife.

Takin’ each of your breaths from under the knife.

And they know how to make it feel good.

They make it feel the way a lover should.

They first get you drunk

So you can’t smell their funk 

And caress you and tease you

As you shoot up their junk

But they are a whore who rolls her johns.

She lures them,

Shows them,

Sells them,

Blows them.

Yeah—she makes them feel free.

She makes them feel free.

But the cunt’s too greedy to let them be.

So after your out and you’re under her spell,

She’s emptied your pockets and left you a shell

From the 9 milimeter round that sent you to hell.

So tell me y’all—does this ring a bell?

You’ve got nothing but hate and fear and stink

And you’re too distracted to stop and think—

That maybe it’s too late and you’re beyond the brink.

But naw—fuck that bullshit and give me a drink

As I remember her softness—all pretty and pink.

You’re dead—don’t you get it?

You can’t change your ways . . .

You can’t change your ways . . . 

YOU CAN’T CHANGE YOUR WAYS!  . . . or can you?

Can you? –Can you come to a consensus?

Or will you replace your walls with electrified fences?

And let them trap you and use you—

Enslave and abuse you?

No.  Not you.

No way man.  You know the score.

You got you some bling-bling and you want you some more.

You’re payin’ your bills and you ain’t ‘fraid of no whore.

Yo—pick up some Chivas when you’re down at the store.

You.  Yes you.

 

This is my love-letter to you, America.

 

Wake up from your slumber

And take back your lives

Learn to care for the planet

Not just your husbands or wives

 

Wake up from this nightmare

Of hatred and fear.

And love one another

While the end looms so near.

 

Wake up from your pipe-dreams—

All false and unclaimed.

Wake up so I can kiss you

And not feel ashamed.

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