Begin story with: ‘America’
Include: ‘constructed’ & ‘killed’
Precisely: 300 words
America. Home of the free.
Home of the free to be anything you would want to be.
From sea to shining sea.
Fortunate and unfortunately.
Because some see this as ‘too much of a good thing.’
And would prefer to see Her hurt and hobbled.
Her people crippled, their hearts in a sling.
Men with black holes devouring their black souls
their pitiful lives as meaningful as flotsam and jetsam littering the shoals
Such as Amalgam Man – the once brave corporate slave who fought to break the chain.
And his sidekick, Suicide Sam – with a personality painted equal parts hate and pain.
Sharing their ugliness by car .. horse .. buggy … or train.
No one liked them. These big small short tall monster midgets whose aura incited a sunny day rain.
But we can’t have one or two bad apples spoil the bunch.
We must confer. Discuss. Can you swing by for lunch?
Our targets can’t hide. Nor out of our hands slip nor slide.
Because, whether dressed as a businessman or a back-alley bum
each stands in, each stands out like the proverbial sore thumb.
We’ll come up with a plan to deal with these men.
And once it’s constructed we’ll unleash it in the iniquities den.
Home again after their latest attack. Knife slices still bleeding from the ones who fought back.
Still, they both remained overtly thrilled. Witnessing the calamity left behind from all they had killed.
Regardless, they are nothing special. Just two of the few.
Intent on spreading mayhem, death and disgust like a fetid, succulent stew.
Turning innocent planes, trains & automobiles into midway mauling people reapers
As the poisonous doctrines in their heads once again reach a boil behind their crazed peepers
America the free. America the free to be.