I am from the super power
And the document of flex
Which stirs your heart with writing
On truth and freedom’s quest
I pay the oligarchy
to train their military
Who police the peasantry
For my profitability
They take charge of everything
Deciding what you grow
Dismissing you when you’re not needed
Hunting you if you won’t go
I am from the superpower
With inefficient splendor
Your labor feeds my people
So I’m your biggest lender
I am quite determined
I’ll kill you for your oil
If Uncle Ho’s your Washington
I’ll bomb you where you toil
I’m a bastard son
This land and culture raped
Fathers the moral idiots
The ruling class
And race
Our document’s heart
Is but a front
Righteous words of revolution
We only recall their meaning
If you make the contribution
I am from the superpower
With a deadly constitution
I force it on my neighbor to
Stem his evolution
With Cape on shoulders,
Flag on my chests
With the CIA and AID
The markets I run best
I’ll burn your house
To catch a mouse
Who served as my connection
I invade in dead of night to
Fix a false election
I am from the superpower
Your poor fulfill my dreams
Advisors come a ‘calling
But it’s never what it seems
With cash in hand
And gun in cloak
I offer no confessions
I break the law
And run your land
And you’ll make all concessions
I have the UN sanction
I’m the tail that wags the dog
From the land of glass and metal
Radiation, smog
I’ll protect your kingdom
I’ll send begotten sons
They forget the lesson
The revolution’s done
I am from America
Dropper of the bomb
For lust-cult
Rocket
And legal tender
I sing an empty song
Mando
New York, 1991
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Thank you for reading. I hope this finds you exceedingly well.
I was born in Brooklyn, in the middle of the NASA Gemini space Program era--which was on course for the Apollo program, aiming to land men on the moon. I watched Neil Armstrong make humanity's first step on the lunar surface. The space program left a lasting effect on me and inspired life-long interest and passion in me.
I was born a little more than 2 years after President John Kennedy was assassinated and a few years before Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated. It was a time of tumult, but better manners, a gentler approach to one another (despite the prejudice being worked on by progressives-) little political correctness, no cancel culture and thicker skin & more opportunity for laughs, a time of fantastic television, austere and fact-based news delivered with brevity and sobriety and much superlatively stylish design. It was the beginning of Star Trek, Star Wars, and a few years on, personal computers, digital watches, hand-held electronic games and movies were still in theaters--not on our TVs--unless they were a little old. People paid more attention to books, from where trust is built with credibility we intrinsically see, competency earned and reflected and facts & expertise. One reason I am not apt to dabble in irrational conspiracy theories is I made many a trek to the local library, to read about stars, planets and astronauts, and to the local bookstore--no longer there--to find my favorite science fiction novels--to either read, or simply marvel at their covers, by Boris Valejo and Frank Frazetta--inspirations that would fuel my later entry into the School of Visual Arts in New York City.
I grew up in Long Island, worked and was educated there until I discovered New York City, then it was on to Boulder Colorado, The Mojave Desert, South Korea and now Japan. I have visited Mongolia, the Philippines, and England and hope to see the rest of the world--and maybe even beyond it.
I teach English as a Second Language, practice secular Buddhism and pay attention to philosophy, astronomy, spaceflight, aviation and human & species rights. I make art, poems and photography--and real friends, wherever I go--when I can.
Maybe our paths will cross; until then, enjoy my writing and pictures, and send me a note. Maybe we can have a cup of coffee someday, somewhere.
Thank you for reading.
I wish you love, peace, joy and enlightenment--sincerely--because you are sentient, and you suffer, too.
Carl Atteniese
Tokyo
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