I love america!

I Love America
for the indulgence she gave
to every naughty boy
with gun, with trap and pistol,
for the "Gold Rush",
called “the childhood illness”,
for death she spread,
for Indians, she fed
with fare-tales about love, forgiveness,
for slaves, for Ku Klux Klan,
too miserable lives
they had for white skin Christ.
Her dream, for instance,
of self-made person, of success
is sweet, obsessive and defeating,
I recognize the missionary work:
the Bush brain clan’s chess games
into Iraq, in Libya, the Jonson’s inspiration
into Vietnam, the brilliance and poverty
оf Clinton, who left the stain on
woman’s dress,
the Pride of colored men, of race
who instead of keeping
the peace,
invaded Libya… For it,
for more than fifty-five invasions,
I love America, indeed!
For the brain manipulation skills,
for the history rewriting ease
I love America, indeed!
A full notebook has no space
for supplements at all, this gap
between the old and the new,
between the lies and the new truth
will close with the passing
of old guard away, so no problem anyway.
I am speechless with your monks and priests,
with child abuse in holy places.
I love America your strength, your janky food,
Your hope, your rage,
what you remember and forgot!
I'm on your side, or maybe not.
I'm worse, I'm Greek with heritage,
of civil war, оf pain and mess.

Nani Saridou, Alexandrupolis, Greece, 2022.