To live in Amerikkka is to live in a loop. Haunted by the history that repeats over and over like a skipping vinyl record. 

Spend enough time spinning within the firestorm of police brutality, systematic slavery, and economic suffocation and you’ll start to crave any form of escape. 

Drugs, drinking, music, or movies, whatever keeps the mind enthralled. 

That’s why entertainment maintains a remarkable arrest on the Amerikkkan imagination. Creating a nation fixated on the famous and the wealthy. Sinners and saints. Saviors and simpletons. 

It’s not a coincidence that, to write about this country from a critical lens is to repeat what’s already been written by prophets who, in their time, documented the inadequacies of an eroding nation. 

These prophets spoke and the country did not listen; they wrote and the country did not read. 

Not collectively. Not the ones who needed the message the most.

Any country that sells the promise of change instead of evolving for the betterment of its citizens should be forced to stand trial. If found guilty on all charges, place those in power within the very prisons they refuse to abolish.

According to me, Amerikkka is guilty. Guilty. Guilty.

Until justice is served, I will hear the gallop of the four horsemen when the politicians speak. 

Their words are empty of empathy, and yet, they spend their days scheming on campaigns, slogans, and speeches to convince us, the Amerikkkan people, that we aren’t Rome, that we haven’t fallen, and that we, Amerikkka, is still a good country. 

But we all know the shards of a crumbling nation rest beneath our feet. We walk over glass, blood, and amphetamines as the air smells of dreams burning. Burning from fevers, famine, and failure.

“It is easier to keep well in a good country by taking simple precautions than to pretend that a country which is finished is still good… 

Our people went to America because that was the place to go then. 

It had been a good country and we had made a bloody mess of it and I would go, now, somewhere else as we had always had the right to go somewhere else and as we had always gone.

You could always come back. 

Let the others come to America who did not know that they had come too late. Our people had seen it at its best and fought for it when it was well worth fighting for. 

Now I would go somewhere else. We always went in the old days and there were still good places to go.”

by Yoh