Welcome to the place where
second hand lies are wrapped
in silver lining and masss produced
in factories to be served to unsuspecting
newlyweds and helpelss cancer patients.

Welcome to where promises
are broken the minute they form
in the minds of drunken adolecents
who never even begin to suspect that,
yes, they will grow up to be just like you.

Welcome to where the stars
only shine at nighttime lying on their
backs in dirty alleys and roach infested
hotel beds their greasy hair beneath them,
their greasy men poised above.

Welcome to where rainbows
are shot for holding hands or
letting their lips meld together
where the world can see that
even though they are just like you and me,
they are not.

Welcome to where dreams are broken
and hope forgets to live

This
is america