Dog Bless America

Americans are funny.

They call themselves “the greatest country in the world” —

like it’s a personality trait

and not a result of loot, lies, and licensed bloodshed.

They thump their chests

on land they stole,

name their streets after freedom

while their roots reek of genocide.

It’s almost poetic —

except the poems are all written in someone else’s blood.

Their patriotism?

It’s misplaced fondness

for a land stranger than their delusions.

A country built on graves,

painted over with fireworks

and fast-food nationalism.

They celebrate the Fourth of July

without ever asking who they declared independence from —

or who they kept shackled afterwards.

They preach democracy

like door-to-door missionaries

selling salvation with side deals in arms and oil.

They keep peace

the way arsonists keep water —

only after the house is ash

and the cameras are rolling.

They fund wars

the way billionaires fund startups —

seed capital for chaos,

equity in blood.

They say,

“We’re here to liberate,”

while their boots crack spines.

They say,

“We’re the good guys,”

because they printed the comic books.

But the world has read between their panels.

The world has seen

what freedom looks like

when it’s dropped from planes.

They name their bombs “justice”

and their sanctions “diplomacy.”

They label resistance “terrorism,”

but never call Wall Street

the most successful act of economic terrorism in history.

They invade to protect,

kill to bring peace,

and drone strangers from 10,000 feet in the air

then call it strategy —

not slaughter.

Their heroes wear medals

coated in organized terror and propaganda.

Their villains?

Usually anyone with brown skin,

un-Americanized English,

or too much oil.

They build embassies like fortresses

and then wonder

why the world doesn’t send flowers.

This is a country

that can’t spell accountability

without autocorrect —

but has military bases

in countries whose names

they still mispronounce.

They shoot up schools

and still have the audacity

to lecture the world on stability.

Their freedom is a franchise.

Their liberty is logo-printed.

And their truth?

It changes with the press release.

But say one word —

one goddamn word —

about their flag,

and suddenly you're ungrateful,

a traitor,

anti-peace,

anti-American.

And the funniest part?

They gloat like their forefathers

fucked with platinum dicks

and diamond-studded pussies,

as if superiority was semen-deep

and the rest of us just missed the gene pool.

All of this,

while today,

the very systems that keep their empire running —

tech, finance, policy, medicine —

are quietly run by Indians and Jews.

Not the ones they call “Indians”

because daddy misread a compass,

but the ones they still struggle to pronounce

in boardrooms they now depend on.

Imagine worshipping a flag

while someone else balances your budget.

Imagine claiming moral authority

in a world where your minorities

are running your future,

and your majority is still trying

to pass high school history.

So no —

you’re not the greatest country in the world.

You’re just the best

at selling your bloodlust

as benevolence.

But empires rot from the inside —

and yours has started to smell.