There
are no words
There
are no colors
My page
is blank
My canvas
has no palette
When
they go low,
we go
high – Michelle said.
How?
Please tell us how
to move
forward, to ascend
Most hands
are tied behind their back
Most lips
are stitched and zipped
We feel
shackles in our ankles
We see
menacing noose close to our necks
What
is this place
of disarray,
divide, disunity?
Where
is this era
of anger,
restlessness, vanity?
Helpless
we feel as citizens
Restless we feel as humans
Worthless we feel as men and women
Hopeless I feel as an American!
These
are uncertain times
Of democracy
diminished
Of truths alternative
Our
liberties in ashes
Phoenix -
We are
in desperation
as we
hang in suspension
Anxiously,
we await your resurrection!
1 comment:
Well said and so unbearably true.
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