Sinners, Saints and Americans

Sinners, Saints and Americans

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

This poem ain’t gonna write itself,

So here goes…

When will you be a rescue to my storm?

An angel to my devil?

When are you going to get naked?

More importantly, when are you going to get

Me naked?

When will you look at yourself

Through the eyes of every, beyond boarders, death

And sacrifice?

America

When will you be worthy of my tracked homes and

Silent street nights? Everlasting.

When will you be worthy of my Tardigrades?

(you’re welcome science geeks!)

Why are your libraries of past play full of

Tears and regret?

When will you send your supplies to foreign aid?

I’m sick of your lack of demands, grow a set!

Oh America

You think I go into stores and get by on my wit and charm?

In our eyes, we are flawless, but not when compared

Your equipment isn't much, but you know how to work it

…nobody’s perfect…and you too will get better over time.

You made me want to be a better man – a space cowboy!

We can’t always argue and hold back what you need

When you need it most…just to prove a point!

That’s call rude immaturity and boarders hubris.

You don’t want to be “that guy” do you?

Are you being a bitch to prove some later moralistic

Point or are you just kidding me with that crap?

Here’s my point.

I’m not going to stop barking

Saying it how it is, and letting you know you fucked up,

When you clearly fucked up. You should learn to own

What part you own, what part you’re responsible for.

America, I’m not brand new – I've got this!

I wanted to point out, America, your leaves

Are falling. I haven’t watched Fox News for months.

Probably out of fear of finding myself fearing.

Everyone gets busted sometime, and is tried for their

Misdeeds. It’s called, “reading a bitch” these days.

Get your god damn finger out of my god blessed chest!

America, if I may, I would like to take this time to

Profess my love to you – coldly. I’ll just type them for you

To read as that is how devoid of person-ability you REALLY are

America, I use to be an Iraqi national when I was a child

And I’m sorry you destroyed my home and are still killing

People 10 years “after” the war was done.

I use to smoke marijuana every chance I got to numb the pain.

I would type on my computer for hours and surf endlessly

Trying to solve some smaller riddle. Because that’s all I’ve got.

When I go to the Eagle, I get shitfaced but never get lucky – by choice.

I tell myself, I’m there to avoid the children and chat up

The men. I’ve digested Nïn, eaten Herbert and breathed Camus.  
I don’t need your psycho babble trouble head and cold

Feet – my therapist thinks you’re childish too BTW.

Don’t worry; we’ll never get to the point

Where you make me say the lords name in vein

You’re not that destructive - You’re just selfish.

Oh America, I can read thoughts, and see future visions

I didn’t see you there but didn't want to believe it

I didn’t even hear your name being spoken

So I knew this would end –

America, remind me to tell you the story

Of what you did to my father when he was alive

Here upon your golden roads of opportunity!

America, are you going to let facebook run your life

And Fox News ruin your hope for a future?

I read it every day – 5-10 times on my iPhone.

Its feed line stares at me blankly with

Wonder and wonder – is this your diary

 Or your daily diarrhea? I stare at it every chance

I get.  The guy I am/was dating (I can never tell)

Says that I’m addicted…I think he may be right – brb

                   (haha - just checked it)  

Interior designers are studious. Doctors are studious. Lawyers,

Teachers and 7-11 workers are more studious than me.

And then, I realized…I’m an American now.

Where’s the weed? I put on my Bluetooth so I don’t

Look as crazy when I talk to myself.

Dear America,

China is at your door

(they probably built it too)

Sincerely,

#Life.

I haven’t got a chance to tell you how I really feel.

But I’m afraid I’ll hurt your feelings, like you’ve hurt

Mine. I can’t offer you much – maybe my love and

An affectionate love letter every now and again but little

More at this late hour – It’ll be better soon.

Just like the economy, and dip and double dip…

Our Federal Bank will just print up

More money.  Of course we’ll destabilize the WORLD

But it’s good for America – or at least the 1%!

You know the important people.

Because let be honest – You don’t matter to them.

A handful of ivy league “giants” – heirs to a Rockefellers’

Fortune or other Robber Barron – are sitting there right now

Deciding on how the next round of simpletons

Will die. Whether it’s by resource, flu or war…

Plots are being conspired behind the same

Closed doors that are made in China.

America, aren’t you tired of wars?

Do we ever get a break from tyranny?

Since the death of Kennedy it seems never

To have stopped. Remember we didn’t want

Either of the big wars…just the little ones it seems.

Come back America

To your former promise and future glory

Come back America

To the land of the free (FOR ALL)

Come back to the way we once knew you

Remember you, and want you still to be.

Come back America.

Come back for you.

Come back for me.