The American Nightmare

A poem exposing the lies we all live with every day.

 

                        We're a nation of zombies, brainless and hungry.                        

                        We're a nation of vampires, drinking the blood of the innocent

                        We're a nation of monsters, scaring our children into submission.

                        We're a nation full of empty

                        Fears.

                       

                        A white picket prison, a red bicycle from hell;

                        Everyone is cast under a suburban spell.

                        Neighbors flash false smiles as they invent fresh

                        Lies.

 

                        Life is packaged in little brown boxes

                        Wrapped in bright colors to please the eyes

                        We manufacture nature and synthesize happiness.

                        Once a year we like to

                        Pretend.

            

                        Men with black suits and green minds speak in codes and numbers.

                        Soulless beings inhabit tall buildings,

                        Laughing at their hopeless

                        Victims.

 

                        Sex-starved insomniacs spend sleepless nights surfing the web,

                        Spending their savings on Bluetooths and Blackberries:

                        Communication devices that require less communication.

                        Technology says we're advanced, but inside we are

                        Deteriorating.                                 

Author's Note

this is incomplete. I'm looking for general comments on mechanics, structure, content, but also whether the poem is clear in its meaning.