Face hung like the rosy bushes of hell
Suffocate its prey.
Ambushed and angry,
Solemn surprise,
And tears fall and liars lie.
This hell is America.
This hell is America.
Eyes and ears aware of the sounds of silent death
Growing closer to the mind which shrieks but
To let out a soft sigh.
As knowledge thickens and anxieties grow
And what can a man think before he's set to die.
This hell is America.
This hell is America.
State that savours barbaric actions,
Unecessary murders and mixed reactions,
To think that pain and death
Will bring peace to life.
This hell is America.
This hell is America.
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I wrote this song in direct response to the barbaric hanging of Suddaiem Hussain which had a profound effect on me at the time. Unusually my writing came from the heart as I wrote this piece which I think came across in the song. I used to write without any real emotional connection towards the subject matter of my stories but since writing songs I find that my writing has become more personal.
I feel this is is important as a writer's atttiude or personality can help to shape the style of their work.
I usually write songs or pieces of poetry when I am thinking about issues that are occuring around the world, poverty, murder, love, death, they are issues that are begining to have more impact on me not just as a writer but as a person too.
Again this song is very much an expressive piece. Perhaps the target audience here would be people who are very much set against some of America's political actions over the years and in particular those who were opposed to the recent hanging.
It is quite a graphic piece however and so is immediately limited to a set adult audience. Perhaps it would be a nice idea to add another dimension to this poem by writing it in a style that made sense to both children and adults.
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