American Dream, Marketing Lie

My body's a clause in a bill they debate. By a man with a cross

and a moral mandate. He baptizes bullets, quotes scripture, and war.

Says the world was redeemed when we settled the score. There's a cross

in the school and a cop in the hall. And a breadline that curves like

a funeral pall. They fear the one word I dared to reclaim. While they privatize

care and monetize pain. They slashed a trillion to pad the elite.

While 42 million can't afford to eat. My passport's a barcode,

a bureaucrat's toy. My wife and I flagged like contraband joy. The court-ruled our