Liberalism is neo-liberalism. It is the thin mask of corporate oligarchy, of Empire. As poet Robert Edwards writes in the new Blue Collar Review, it must die for democracy much less earth, to live –
America, you have become your opposite.
You have become the enemy
you fought on so many far battlegrounds.
You are the smartly dressed
Nazi commandant admiring himself
in a stolen Jewish mirror. You swear,
by all the good, golden haired children killed
in their Christian beds by Communists,
there will be weeping tonight
in the villages of the Sioux,
grief in the councils of Labor.
Your long Aryan locks shine ethereal
with Shock and Awe, with Blitz und Kreig.
America, you refused to see yourself
sneaking up on yourself,
Invasion of the Body Snatchers style,
until all that is left is a normal, suburban shell
over a disease of secrets.
You are the Japanese generals bent over maps,
determined to bring the glory of civilization
to mass graves in a Pan-American
You are still chasing Crazy Horse into the grassy forever
of a West dawning behind you.
America, you have finally become the empire
your Confederate fathers prayed for.
America, you are finished. The dream
that was great in you must awaken in others.
America, for you to survive you must enter the fire
and burn the old life away.
America, for the world to live,
you must die.