The American Prince Poem by Kevin P. Harloff

Here in America the college man is the prince
To the puppeteer silent evil, oh controlled human race
Oh controlled human face, oh confused happy face
Royalty has comfortably taken its place
Depressed as it seems, depressed an excuse
Children as props, children orchestrated
Conducted for impure entertainment
In a media intoxicated inhuman state
Carefully placing our food neat on our plate
Laughter, intelligence, belief, and desire
A foreign disgrace, books thrown to the fire
Impregnated youth given their birth
To the sun, the sons, shun black dirty rules
Oh fading youth, oh dear sweet youth to fade
Youth is not death, because death is not made
Fading youth, oh! Have we have died too soon?
Bit by the sick serpent injecting poison
Of the deadliest kind—boredom, fear, ignorance
Then poof! He is gone to a glance, gone to distance
Like cabinets in offices, we are files to fold
A war for old men, produced, bought, and then sold
Work on ageless brutes, ageless souls whom I seek
To discover, uncover, to destroy then defeat
I am a prince, your price, your misguided youth
And like all other princes we were made out of you
And like all other princes we were made out of rule
And like all other princes we shall overcome you
Dear child, dear old man, dear men who we are
Work on for us both, because that’s now who we are
Work on for us both, because its what’s to come of us all
Work on for us both, because your name I do call
Here in America I, college man, am your prince
Revolutionized kin, the birth child modern
Things change, oh yes, here comes our difference
I found a cure for your weakened poison
I break all your chords and I cut all your strings
I unlock all your doors, take them all off their hinge
Its due time to see where my kingdom has been
Its due time to give our kingdom its king
I am your puppet that has broken itself loose
Depressed as it seems, depressed an excuse
I come to you used, came from your misuse
I come to you beaten, came from your abuse
Check mate, check mate, the game is now set
Silent you are, but watch how loud I can get
King, my king, our dying fatherly king
Your son of the old world has stretched out his wings
To fly out to the new world and see what it brings
Because I, father, am your American prince
I said I, father, am American prince!
I said I, old man, will return our American King!