Code Red White Blue

“This star,” he said, “is for shooting,”

Just like the guns on the streets

How many blocks to the breadline?

Death measured in miles and feet

Quick, quick, Code RedWhiteBlue

Stand up salute and stare

This, man, is the American dream

Fucking try American nightmare

“These stripes,” he said, “are for choking,”

Like the nooses wrapped tight ‘round our necks

Tightens a little each month

Waiting on new laws and checks

There are graveyards on all the hillsides

Mirrors in all of our eyes

And we barely ever pause to notice

Dead eagles attacking the sky.