It started at the site of the developed country America,
a tamed beast, it went straight through the world wars
and stopped at the Holocaust to take a glimpse
it winded through Africa, Darfur to be exact,
were it saw familiar faces then it swept across the oceans
famine was his feast, breathing sweet abortion
upon mother natures lips, he demanded help
so the slave trade was his family business
cursing through veins like fear with an acidic kiss
the earth was created for his cemetery
This one-way road was paved with the sweat
of immigrants who were spit on—which
landed on the tar, cement was rarely used
gaseous air was soaked in the lungs so when the road
got foggy, your hi-beams became projected shadows
signs are never needed here, although you
may know exactly where you are, you're lost
heart strings playing sadly out of tune
and dance upon road kill as he sweeps away
the evidence of our existence
Because it was in fact us that paved this road,
tax-dollars helped pay for the slaves?
No, it payed for the slave-owners, and that’s
why the road went straight through china
With no exits, but who wants to see China?
When wheels collide with bodies
castrating the dirt with teeth marks
in order to gain a sense of loyalty
the fruits here bleed life’s juices
injecting the flies with enough food to die
when they burst from overeating.
The road becomes fat, and widens
right in the center of America… it
Becomes obese and then slims down once it
Hits Africa, the bottleneck clogs the stream
And often chokes itself to death
vocal chords singing sweet misery
the road becomes full of different
tongues, of languages of all hates
slapping dust on their tables to
create an imaginary feast fit for starvation
that’s when it seems to end, but always says it wont
the road just turns into dirt… becomes a tunnel
and you just cant seem to see your way
Through it… you often will hit “E”
before you reach the end… but
let me tell you a little secret
there is no light at the end
because there’s no end
it ends when you
die, this is your
tomb