Do you?

Oh! America - who are your gods?
Have you fashioned them and let them oppress you?
Do you not see the distance from the white collars to the blue?
Do you not hear the voices demanding total conformity?
Do you not feel pain anymore?

I see white collared men shackled by cash
a boy with a needle of muscle
your shoes kill dark children
the dark shadow of the swoosh
fear burning our pockets
and I see couch potatoes and french fries
a great river that no one can cross
the brown people toil in our fields
their paychecks with no social security numbers
and I see the bold lines on the map
a church frozen by comfort
an assembly satisfied by stasis
no votes for Jesus

I hear the native heart drumming across the tamed plains
the blood of Uriah cry out from the dirt
the trees wail as their brothers and sisters fall
I hear King Solomon order another Big Mac
the fire roaring in his trash mound
his songs blaring from all the white steeples

I feel like i will never get a job
like i will die alone in the gutter
and i feel sad for all the soldiers' families (even though they tell me not to)
the weight of the loans and debt of my life
and i feel no grace from anyone on this earth
no jubilee for the poor and needy
and i feel no pain, no imagination, no hope
no future, no alarms, and no surprises

do you?