I Have Given You Air Poem by James McLain

Knowing of it
is not the same as not knowing why.
Depriving
your sister and brother of it
this life without death
but
you struggled for it eye's bulging out.
Pissing their selves while
many were the ways
to evolve while there most have not.
Three days
ripe in the dry yellow sun
produced that bloated feeling inside.
Birds that have come
see the animals that sit at rest
necks craned looking up.
Waiting for some scrap
torn loose to fall to the ground.
Here their are many with nothing to do
bored children.
There are no schools here
and their poverty stricken parents
once thought that by
having children it would make them
all that much richer.
Buzzing green blow flies
looking for that rich yellow nector
settle down.
As the children
with their sharp pointed sticks poke
at what is within reach
hanging up.
Releasing clouds of rich smelling gas
that's inside of each one
of U.S. wanting out.
The government has to each one
of them
free of charge offered
that if they will submit to their doctors
and become spayed
and neutered.
Those whom do receive a new home
need only one bedroom.