America It's You

Some things are too good to be true

I think maybe America that's you

you are no conspiracy, true 

just a good idea failing you 

in execution every bloody day 

on streets and in your schools

there's a war in store 

because American war 

is the thought of you

the right to bear arms 

will be the death of you

in the food aisle 

stuffed to white teeth with black bullets

bulging to the eyes with poison apple pies

drone cloud skies wide 

eyes plenty surprised

at the feeding hand raised to strike

broad shoulders down to slopes

slipping, down, punch drunk dream

hugging the ropes 

Echo

Look at this place,

look hard enough and it’s a face

full featured, staring back

to ask you why you look here

Feel out the space,

trace features with a finger

take a moment to linger

over it’s contours

Shout to hear its echo,

if you’re dumb enough to

recognize you in the waves

answering back

do not attack,

the anger that you feel

is misplaced

Stop a while to judge

your little actions

make them bigger

Don’t snigger at the back

of your 20,000 days

sniggering is a phase 

you must pass through

if you want to find the point of you

Which when all is done

is just the sum

of what you’ve given out

So make it good, 
and for fucksake
don't live for your echo