Propagandhi

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-pucksâ?¢
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 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. Replaced with other stupid lullabies
like you can have my guns when you pry them from my
cold dead hands. Just a speculative fiction. No cause for alarm.