A Speculative Fiction

A new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel All American dignitaries And issue a nation-wide Travel advisory for any others left inside Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide The burned out shells of south-bound traffic lay Strewn along a cold stretch of would-be interstate Still visible below Their charred remains: Pax Americana plates Your stupid fucking laser-pucks™ were just the start And while you may stand six full cubits and a span We got a shepherd’s sling and five stones in our hand And the battle of 1812 lives in our hearts We don’t care if we’re destroyed We’ll never capitulate We’ll take the whole fucking world down Down with us in flames Just a speculative fiction. No cause for alarm We got a good 15 years left ’til the "United We Stand" Murals on West Broadway finally fade And we wave good-bye to such sad, childish refrains Exchanged for other stupid lullabies like "you can have my guns when you pry Them from my cold dead hands." Just a speculative fiction