may it be

a poem

my nation is broken

and maybe it’s always been

but once I thought

of a slow march to justice

those were martin luther’s words,

the king of civil rights

but which republic are we in

and which war do we fight?

—

i don’t care anymore

about my nation

the stars and stripes

are stars and bars

with another name

rank with injustice

and property rights

inhumane

—

my heart breaks for injustice

cries out against oppression

weeps for the broken

and the immigrant

enslaved by the corporation

—

my soul begs the Lord

what does it all matter

anymore

my God, the unveiling

of men’s hearts

—

i don’t care anymore

what death fills the streets

where comes the justice

truth and righteousness

and what would mlk say

and his namesake

if they walked the streets

today?

—

my nation is broken

and always has been

a child of empires

married to enlightenment

selfishness reigns supreme

as men line their wallets

forcing child brides

to preen

—

this land is my home

this land is my love

my God commands my allegiance

i no longer love the flag

His Kingdom

His road

not mine

or the constitution’s

—

i truly don’t care

what nation exists

except it be one

of truth

and love,

justice

and righteousness…

—

…amen