Look at the homeless with binoculars.
Our individual freedom doesn’t extend that far
in the thousand mile kingdom.
No homeless please.
We’re all fruitcakes.
Be crazy live a crazy day,
tantalizing.
We are moored in individual freedom
everywhere our commercials reach.
They key of the individual
has been locked in some drawer.
Look at it.
Conformity in obedience is every sign.

Conformance and mobility,
is that a high-rise condominium?
We live in nation great.
Has anybody seen it?
It’s a melting house of the wrong ideas.
It’s a house of conformity
livin’ in big beds.
Try to bring four dogs to town,
or have your landlord respect you,
and you’re out the door.

What are we doing here?
Everything makes money
or is about the same.
We don’t live in a society of free people.
We think politics rules the day.
It’s each other we rule
with our dumb attitudes
of you’re not my type
or you don’t do that right.

Let’s all be mean to everybody
when we have the power to do so.
Who wears a social mask
when you’re a hero
championing all the distain?
I can be mean to you
because social hierarchy is everything
in the land of the free.

What’s up?
Have we sold our souls for product?
Look at the shelves.
The comfortable eating world of me,
my God it’s big.
The availability of product
has destroyed the world,
but I put America first in my prayers,
and I get fat doin’ it.

Now it’s the Gulf of Mexico
bein’ drained out in America’s name.
We are proud people,
and we stick our nose up at a fall.
We don’t know there’s a fall.
Just ask an immigrant,
illegal if they’re non-white,
legal or not.
They know a reckoning.
How are they not human beings?
They know the price of a fall.

Can we discuss national boundaries?
How are we managin’ this,
without constraint?
The people that sleep in the same trees as me
my country ’tis of thee?
Open borders haunt us all,
but are borders and hatred the same thing?
I’m ICE lookin’ down its long list
to expel people:
let’s get rid of vermin will yah?
Is that the land of the free and the home of the brave?

Salute the flag again.
Everybody’s doin’ it,
and here comes Trump,
an underdeveloped character from our minions,
who does not have love for his neighbor,
has taken the golden rule and shove it up your ass,
hates even his constituents
if they’re not about his name.

Where is God?
He is not in Trump’s eyes.
He won’t fit there.
The justice of God
is concerned with the Earth,
sacrifices for the love of mankind,
loves the just and the unjust,
let’s his rains benefit everybody,
is an ambulance carrying
people to righteousness.

America puts God first?
Let’s send everybody to hell
who hasn’t got the formula right
worship Jesus or die.
Now that’s love
for all eternity,
no forgiveness
ever,
and you are suffering the worst hell imaginable.
Found your nation on this religion,
make this your idea of God,
his final character,
and you don’t have a nation love your brother let me tell yah.

Now give Trump the power of God,
that carte blanche you’ve given him,
and make him mean you.
Trump is not there
in the love of your life.
He’s a dangerous will armed with time.
Where do you see Christ?
Where do you see the love of man?
What is his dollar statement?
Every head and every hands
making that the chief concern.
Right on the beach
put this hood on yah:
you’re makin’ money off of sunbathers;
you’re makin’ money off of fences;
call this the American way.

The mess we’re all in,
have you found it yet?
Would you look for it if you could?
Are you just blind to the peripherals?
Would you love your brother if you could,
whoever that is?
That’s not giving them a dollar to eat.
You’re giving every man, woman, and child
on the Earth we inhabit,
in our togetherness,
the helpful goodwill
we need to see each other correctly.

And America,
the most powerful nation on earth,
can you lead us all to goodwill
and be an example of sacrifice?
Never mind defending your borders;
you have that genuine need,
but can we get grace
to policy your movements?

There,
my God I poet.
Do you hear me?
And found peace a few times
before the profound peace.
I’m lookin’ for it now.
I have an appointment with destiny.
It’s just my own personal flavor on things,
a poet in the halls of America
let’s be good shall we?
I didn’t cut my teeth on it,
and boy have I been a sinner,
but goodness is my way to meet the world
because I’ve learned the price of love.

Can I give you that honor?
Let’s swim on the beach
and never harm anyone,
even in the throes of thought.
Let’s pick up ourselves
and cherish one another.
I’m rootin’ for you
in this sundown meditation.
Do you hear the beach?