Saturday, April 9, 2011

America As You Fall

Saturday, April 9, 2011

(Note: see the first letter at the beginning of each paragraph… when combined they spell the title – AMERICA AS YOU FALL)
An old man sitting by the tree
With spirit so ancient yet so free
Sings the song of the mighty fall
For the world to learn from story of thee

Mouth-organ humming all his words,
Hunting with his musical swords
He sings ballad of you, the fallen titan
And your failed quest to win the world

Enraged and pompous as you stand
Holding knife hidden in your hand
He sees it all and knows, my dear friend
What you seek by torching the greatest sand (Oil politics in ongoing gulf civil war)

Raven gaze as you hold
On the lands of oils and that of gold
Sacrificing your goats for your sake
From your own weapons that you sold (Weapon deals of US and it charge against
Gulf leaders once considered close to US)

Ice of your heart never melts
Despite dozen shoes thrown at your face
Yet you claim yourself the mighty one
Can’t you see over are your days? (world- wide criticism of USA and shoes thrown at
mighty personality of the states)

Constellation of tusk and red sea of stars
Rise strong for the mighty war
And all you pay for oil is blood,
Leaving half the world with incurable scars? (reference to India and China as emerging

As you descend down the stairs
Can’t you see how you fall in despair?
Now taste your own poison for love
That all the world for you now bears

All your foes on whom you stepped
Your entire friends burdened by your debt
Together will now pay back your coin
Laden with tears those widows have wept

So sad, you didn’t spare your own
Made stairs for yourself from own child’s bone!
And still they pay for what you do
It’s time to dawn, and your nights would be gone (tax burden for US citizens due to war and
descending economy)

Your weapons as now charge at you
Like frosty morning with poisonous dew
Eating your plants and hands that sowed
Your foes outnumber your friends so few (terrorism, as started by US against Soviet

Only dust remains in your chest
With emerging tycoons beating your best
See how the old man sings your folly
Hold back the rage now take a rest (crumbling US economy and its debt with other

Umbrella of yours is tearing up
Exposing you to hail and soaking up
Old man told you then, and with time he pays
You axed yourself and fell from the top

Folly is bad, so is greed you hold
Treacherous your ways killed men so bold
Yet you now lose to your own puppets
Devils you raised now eat your gold (Al-Qaeda was initiated by US against Soviet Union
has wedged war against itself)

All the world laughs at your face
As old man sings with binding grace
Your saga, where you are the Othello
Hero so mighty, yet falling in his own mess!

“Love thy enemy”, is all he taught
For justice and for love that he fought
Smirks at you as passing by
As you turn from so green to pale and drought (land of Dreams to country failing with

Last, the old man plays his flute
Singing the song of a heavy loot
Where the robber gets all the riches
Just to die tripping over his golden boot!!!!


Anonymous at: April 9, 2011 at 9:53 AM said...


{ heartpleaser } at: June 25, 2011 at 4:27 AM said...

this verse is the greatest slap that the US administration has ever experienced!

heart pleaser