I See America
My fingertips strain, lift the window edges;
I peer beyond the roses, past the hedges:
I see America.
Liberty is ghostly white, she bleeds red, she cries blue.
Millions of souls with none to look to-
And I see America.
A fallen pedestal of beautiful ideals,
A proud nation crumbles and kneels,
Skyscrapers ache to pierce heavenly skies,
We trample broken souls and are deaf to their cries.
I see America.
A contorted tangle of asphault and glass,
Piles of concrete conquer the oceans and grass...
And yet...
Through the cracks of the sidewalk grows a single blue iris,
Weaving through destruction, ignoring the virus.
It stands firmly still, unshaken, unstirred,
Growing hopefully where it should be absurd.
And in this tiny but resolute faith,
I see America.