“There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.” ― Howard Zinn
The Canary not American plumped wings plummeted perched to speak
mended shut with barbwire from a world who would rather
slit the black birds throat and tear out one of the Canaries bird
Box than to admit guilt to the shameless slaughtering
“detox”. All sounds songs souls mimicked the monotonous
melodious feigning of a falsified nation who trapped the migrant
birds who dare travel across the borders stole
their eggs hovering hatching birthing them as their own Dam
ned creations eggs mothered by a land who could never sorrow
their sadness. Oh Great Green pheasant the duped enemy
dumped in “cages” scattered around dusted dried deserted
desert ground Oh how I hear your cawing in the cebrals of
my mind. The mighty thunderbird supernatural suffers a wobbled
wounded knee. A massacre masqueraded in the bellowing buzzing
battle Trumpets that provided the beat that bathed the birds, in blood of mass
Extinction. The american canary with yellowed patriotic blissness sings the
melodious falsities of a nation borne from Silence
being forced down the beaks of every bird who wasn’t feathered
in the purity of white.
I wrote this poem last year to speak upon the way that America handles its “problems” or rather the people it wishes not to have inside it’s country. The poem represents the Indians and indegenous people that we slaughtered, the immigrants that we have stereotyped and the Japenses Americans we unjustly imprisoned during WWII. We are a land that was built on the blood and enslavement of others. This is never more evident than looking at the diary of Christopher Columbus. It makes you question what we find ethical in the name of success and conquest?