Glass Parking Lot

The same theme can be found in a number of my other works.

Alpha and Bravo gave to Charlie
the keys to drive a shockwave Harley

And a paint shaker state of mind
Leaving everybody they know behind

The glass parking lot of America
at the urging of the clerica

The deranged ones in the pulpit
passing forth the patriotic s**t

Leveling the playing field so wide
just because the ideologies collide

The exhaust trails in the sky
is the signal that we'll die

Charlie is sweating buckshot drops
Welcome the world without cops

Alpha and Bravo giving those grins
They've committed all sorts of sins

No matter the actor or the state
The unnatural winter, not so great

Forget the bowls. trumps or seals
It's just a handful of cracking wheels

And just a handful of turning dials
The legacy reduced to an ashen pile

And the destiny is totally set
and, somehow, it's not over yet

The world is a race of many cars
all vying to not make it very far

The eagle is likely now on the verge
no wonder so many have the urge

To see us collapse, to see us fall
we are now backed against the wall

Our opulence is on par with Rome
No wonder I want the fall of home

Home is this republic, this nation
We'll go back to that minor station

And it may happen after the event
No wonder they want us to repent

F**k the pastors, f**k the priests
Let them become mechanical grease

And everybody else will follow through
And the bolt shoots down from the blue

The time has come, the end is here
Time to stand trial, filled with fear

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[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

The poet prophesies what may befall this nation. Wonderfully penned.