Rest. in. Pieces, The Union
Oh America, my America!
Of course mine is not yours;
But we have the right to pursue our own happiness;
At least I thought it was what the experiment was for.
Humans are imperfect; in every country, every state-
Though in every aeon lie some nations;
That give humans power to trump their own hate.
The sin of the world is the sin of time’s passing;
And in time both evil and goodness reign-
This is a fact not worth denying;
Whether your belief in the soul or the brain.
Humans have a spark of light;
For I do not care what you say-
And let me tell I am well versed not only in the past;
But in the science of today.
People are not gender;
Colors, body parts, lifeless stone;
We we are here to see we are light of the rainbow;
That gives us hope when we are alone.
Elliot said empires fall,
A wasteland is where we live;
Though others chose to give it all,
Just like Jesus did.
But one is not better than the other;
There is no opposite
We are reflections of each other
And light up the lifeless stone in which we live.
I live in America.
Though I’m not sure how much longer-
I’ve read the words of Douglas and Twain
But the twain that ties us is growing weaker.
I never did consider myself a part of a specific race;
A time, tribe, or nation;
But America was my resting place-
And I fear it will not be great again.
I was in love with a woman,
Once, twice, or maybe not-
I was told I was brilliant,
And then that an illness was my fault;
I sang songs with friends in my younger years,
Thinking it would be great one day;
To truly live in this nation, even if I was gay.
Dr. King judged us on our character;
Gandhi did as well
Wherever there is a noble spirit,
They do this as well.
When you look up at the stars-
Know you are small.
But when you look inside yourself;
Know you are bigger than them all.
This life is but a dream;
A mosaic of mind-
But in America the dream-
Seemed to be mine.
I have woken up, and though it is sad;
Things must close, the good and the bad;
The sun shines and rains on the just and unjust;
But just this once, let me say I believed the sun shone on U.S.
As it seems not one from Gettysburg is coming down;
And the fathers upon fathers nowhere to be found;
The women upon women who gave their lives unknown,
It is time to say, I have no home.
It is time to say, this is not my home,
It is time to say, my america, rest;
It is you I have outgrown.
And I am not alone.