Nobody wants Super man to die

Who?
What?
Where?

United states
War
Everywhere

When?
Now

Why?
I don't know anymore...

World domination,
Destruction.
Or obstruction-
of the forward progress of lesser-developed peoples.
Because we label them that.
Because shooting people you don't agree with is considered civilized ...
And starting a war based on political beliefs constructive...
And it's officially acceptable to destroy your enemies in a reign of fire before they attack you... Calling it a preemptive strike makes it sound so much nicer.

Because our aim is off.
Because We have good intentions..
Because we must sustain the world economy...

Money ?
Greenbacks baby!
- Our economy.

Oil?
The black gold that runs through this countries veins pushing it forward in the world like the superpower we always want it to be.

Because Rome never had to fall,
Right?
And this empire never will,
Right ?
Because the side we fight for is always good,
Right?

We represent liberty and justice for all,
with super-man powers to fix the world,
and less and less cryptonite to stop our progress-
from sea to shining sea.
We will never crumble and fall,
because good guys are always supposed to win.

And...
because....
nobody
(no-body)
wants Super man to die.

God hates mondays too

Has it ever occurred to anyone that god hates Mondays too?
That on Sunday he sometimes thinks of quitting the job,
Or dropping out of school,
dumping an unfaithful spouse.
Has anyone ever thought about what gods dreams once were,
Before us, before kids?
Maybe some small island on the equator tailored for a retirement home...
1000's of miles away from civilization.
Has anyone wondered how god feels?
That maybe gods image has been twisted?
Corrupted by the churches,
Stained by wars,
Bruised by the true sins of mankind.
Has anyone imagined that god left us behind a long time ago?
Maybe it is because once we were pure
and now
(like all beautiful things through time) are decayed,
and have cast our rust on that which was most pure.
Maybe we became to much to bear:
with Hell full to the brim and more waiting in line.
To be disposed of,
recycled.
Maybe god gave up on us and moved on to a new family,
another experiment, in
another slowly spoiling petri dish,
with a sun that will in time explode.
Maybe just maybe-
we are gods biggest mistake,
an eternally regretted birth.

I am like coal

Pressed for time like a fresh newspaper
my headlines can be easily seen-
If procrastination was a kingdom,
I would be king.
Like coal I have the chance,
under such pressure and heat,
to be crushed and destroyed or maybe
become beautiful and strong-
like a diamond.