The New Slavery Two months ago,
I turned eighteen.
Two monts ago,
I began to die.
Slowly.
Last week,
I received a letter from the Selective Service
Asking.
Requesting.
Demanding.
Ordering me to apply.
"We're reinstating the draft secretly,"
It didn't say.
"Your generation will be first to die,"
It didn't say.
"You will have the privelege of being forced to die
For a country
That does nothing for you.
That hates you.
That despises you."
It didn't say.
"We know what's good for you.
Ask not what your country can do for you.
Ask not."
It didn't say.
It did say, however,
"In order to vote,
you must sign an open-ended contract to
shed your blood
and stain someone else's country
that you had nothing to do with."
I'm eighteen now...
I'm legal age to die.
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Now we fast forward
to November 2008
Barack Obama
Versus
Hillary Clinton
Hell In A Cell
Rage In A Cage
Rumble In The Jungle
For the Democratic Primary
As we primarily assume
That we'll have either
A nigger
or a bitch
To lead us...
No one is considering a repeat
Of a Republican at the helms.
We all fail to realize that
Eight years is the
Maximum tenure of a Republican President
But not a Republican.
So here I am,
20 years old,
Preparing to pull the lever down
I consider my math class:
Eight years of War
Where thousands were killed
For one man's life
Eight years of
Poverty
For the millions who shudder in the street
Praising God for global warming
That their bodies won't scald in the burning ice for at least another
Month
Only to be fooled by Mother Nature
And blanket themselves in a fresh coat
Of snowy topsoil...
Four years of
Insensitivity to those
Thousands
whose homes were washed away
Thousands
Whose lives were drowned
Thousands
whose souls were
wet...
And consider a future
where a democratic senate
and a democratic chief of state
breed hyopcritic injustice...
I consider my history class:
Stalin promised Russia
Change
And he kept his promise...
Before him,
There were Russians that existed
After him,
Those Russians were dead...
That's a change.
I wonder...
What party would he be part of?
My decision would be a hell of a lot easier...
Fortunately, for me, I'm back in 2007,
and I have a whole year to worry about
THAT...
for now,
I'm content on just
FIlling this application out
And taking the necessary steps
to be
An American...
Vote,
Pay taxes
and die...
Did I get what I wanted for my birthday?
Or what I
Deserved?
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