Among America’s capitalist
Cowboys and cowgirls,
Decked out in our
Post-Millennium garb —
Leather, denim, slip-off shoes,
White wires sprouting from our heads,
Faces burrowed into our screens.
We all seem bemused
At this hour, in this time.
Menacingly, two dark-skinned soldiers
Strut the floor,
Milling about the baggage check,
The noses of their AK-47s pointed downward,
Cloaked in uniforms gone tan,
As the battle for the American Way
Heads from jungle to desert.
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