America

America, you give me the ripping ache I used to think was love,

you strip my eyes from their glowing twinkle and throw them down to the concrete earth, stomping to the pulse of a drumbeat

the drumbeat you listened to while fighting your wars, 
those stampedes of ego that tore 
everything beautiful to pieces, left broken hearts screaming, 
leaving America, 

The cold blood we threw across this land is more dreadful than the shadows of death that wake us up from midnight horrors

Under the moon, America, there is nowhere for us to hide

Now the moon has lassoed us with her meteor arms, she is ready to toss us against the blazing sun, and watch us burn, until we learn

America, every day I sit the with pain of my privilege, blonde hair and blue eyes, a breed from the sick masters of our society

Snorting their utopia through fat nostrils filled with dusty ideas of change, 
those proud stripes that wish to make us strong have become a prison we smile sickly from

And, us, the uppity white sisters, why do we grab our purse and our child when a black man walks by? He is our father, our brother, he is the source of our existence, our arrogant persistence is what divides us.

U.S., you give me the ripping ache I used to think was love,

Now! look at our heated lungs filled with cold over-air-conditioned air in these manic metal buildings that drain the life from our sad sallow skin

y et within, we are all free

Now! the Flying Banshees and the Wild Women dance outside your window planting trees and slowly picking away at your steel castle

Under the moon, America, there is nowhere for us to hide

 

 

 

 

 

Photograph by Stephen Freskos