11.9.16
Can you see fire in an empty cave?
For all its dwellers now swarm
My home, gun-ho towards
All who have a voice.
At least they did...
I can see a mirror in the past,
Its embers fly through and slash
My dark skin with a cry
As primitive as ignorance
In a world worth mourning.
Rest in peace America,
Rest in peace.
This poem is about:
My country