A Speculative Fiction

A new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel
Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel
All American dignitaries
And issue a nation-wide travel advisory for any others left inside
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide
The burned out shells of south-bound traffic lay strewn across a cold
Stretch of would-be interstate
Still visible below
Below their charred remains:
Pax Americana plates
Your stupid fucking laser-pucks were just the start

And while you may stand six full cubits and a span
A shepard's sling and five stones in our hand
And the battle of 1812 lives in our heart

We don't care if we're destroyed
We'll never capitulate
We'll take the whole fucking world down
Down with us in flames

Just a speculative fiction
No cause for alarm
We got a good 15 years left
Till the United We Stand
Murals on West Broadway finally fade
And we wave good-bye to such sad, childish refrains
Exchanged for other stupid lullabies
Like "you can have my guns when you pry
Them from my cold dead hands"

Just a speculative fiction