America Weeps

In God we trust, yet we grasp at the strings falling from our tattered banner,
Elusive dreams held out beyond outstretched hands as conglomerations of power pull the carrot behind screens,
Manipulate the masses, political agendas and modern day segregation,
Pawns in the ultimate chess game, who gets the first move white or black?
And who ultimately wins when colors are used as tools to win a war we never knew we were fighting?
We feel, we emote and need blame to fuel the hatred and anger in our hearts,
Neighbors no longer hiding behind fences but by n95s
Where satan’s snarling is masked by gentle eyes,
Conspiracy theories of yesterday have become today’s fearsome reality,
On the brink of destruction, the house has become divided, but who has caused the division?
Where did this divisiveness derive in the midst of Americas change for greatness?
If we could put our finger on the one moment that led to our demise, it would leave us Breathless because for so long we’ve shouted and felt like no one was listening,
But deaf words cant be heard with blind ears…
They must hear through their eyes in order to believe the pain is real,
And so today… America cries.
She weeps with the blood red stripes of whip lashings and blue tears falling from tired eyes  giving blame to white faces.
Her heart is hell bent on making sure we all understand the depth of her pain,
Her poverty stricken brothers and sisters that feel like face down on the ground is their only hope for redemption,
Her hopelessly dejected mind incarcerated with reason and no way to rationalize her way back,
She is caught up in feeling.
But when does the pain end?
When equality of opportunity is replaced with equality of outcome?
When regimes claiming to level the playing field, offer another plastic carrot to lure the masses toward the cliff?
When the blood of her perceived oppressors are dripping from the hands that have been wrapped around her own neck?
Then maybe the tears will stop flowing from dilated eyes, glazed with the reflection of her agitators firing another round into her skull as all tensions have died with her…
And now,  all we’ll have to look forward to are the chains of the next oppressor and pray that they at least allow her to weep.