Gone, America

Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.”
Benjamin Franklin

As the corpse hit the pavements, suicide has become the new cocktail of choice. We have become sanitized with the diseases, corruption, silence, human trafficking, trauma, war, and many other things that have occupied our thoughts and spirits. A deliberate mind control while others capture the moment of removing any gumption of freedom.

As we lit the candle for the aroma, our obituary is being written and planned as we sit in the confines of our home because ‘united we stand’ and we give up some freedom for the better good, not knowing that it is a trap that is interwoven with a cocktail of lies, corruption, nepotism, sex, and politics.

Every four years, there is no need to stand at the election poll to initiate your power because they have stripped it away because they know best. It is so ironic that it took seven days to elect a President in the free world for the first time in history, something that initially took 24-48 hours to plead a sermon.

We brand ourselves as free and liberated but do not understand that freedom and liberation were leading up to this expiration date; just like yourself, we all have an expiration date that we cannot run away from, as much as we would love to.

Nothing lasts forever, and if I knew what I know now, I would have existed a long time ago, not knowing we were sold to the highest bidder.

Like every other country and continent, America was sold to the highest bidder that has succumbed to authoritarian and totalitarian oligarchy regimes. The price of suicide sounds good at this time when you assess all that is developing around you.

The sun, prospect, and freedom radiance has cast its nest, and we are all witnessing its funeral. The corpses erected from the pavement and rain-pounded hearts shattered like a knife that stabbed you in the throat, America.

Estranged lovers were a figment of my imagination once upon a time, but the blurry vision that has encapsulated the sirens, flashlights, and interrogation that invaded the hollow spirits of my mind.

How can you see me through your lens while you submerged into the open barrens of evil? While everyone is comatose from Xanax and Prozac while drifting away from the side effects when combining the two with Tennessee whiskey. Drowning in their miseries while America occupies them with these occupations.

Tears flood the Hudson River and the Mississippi River, inundated with bloodshed and flesh-eating diseases. Many flee and dash in the hopes of freedom and liberty but do not realize they are running into a warzone, an epidemic of communism. Bullets fly like flying birds shielding their peace while the human flesh runs for cover and pleads for mercy to be free. So, call me when you are sober, America; until then, see you at your funeral.

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