An American flag

the old man
swinging from a live oak tree,
combing his fake orange hair
like a wild chimpanzee
looking for a trap door score,
is still rolling on his golden bedroom floor.
he doesn't mind the latest news:
he's standing tall in Brooks Brother's shoes,
all the way to the Texas coast
with crazy cowboys he loves the most.
these are the days when cash is king
and dirty rats refuse to sing!
the local crowd sitting at the local bar
stood to look but couldn't see far:
an American flag
with a Made in China tag
tried to stand but couldn't rise
weighted down by countless lies.
on the sacred beach a soldier died,
his widow and her children cried.
the white tombstones buried in foreign sand,
dreaming of the promised land
far from the homeland shore:
they weren't marching home no more.
clever lawyers kept writing in their books,
covering tracks from inquiring looks.
bags of money and a fashion show honey
in a tower passing minutes and an hour
while around the block
a shepherd, searching for his flock,
shook the ground as he walked,
listening as the boastful old man talked.
each word a lie scattered into thin air,
meant to hide the truth everywhere.
the old man
swinging from a live oak tree,
combing his fake orange hair
like a wild chimpanzee
looking for a trap door score,
is still rolling on his golden bedroom floor.
he doesn't mind the latest news:
he's walking tall in Brooks Brother's shoes,
all the way to the Texas coast
with crazy cowboys he loves the most.
these are the days when cash is king
and dirty rats refuse to sing!
the local crowd sitting at the local bar
stood to look but couldn't see far.
An American flag has a Made in China tag.