Life, Unity, Love Deferred
Awakening in fright daily,
Awaiting atrocity at every turn.
Families separated, destroyed, relationships burned,
All for the sake of one person's prejudice.
Suddenly the images of concentration camps return,
And the images of suffering confront us.
Our ancestors died so we would not suffer,
Another regime so cruel, so disgusting, and heartless.
They told us in school it would never happen in the US.
They told us we were safe because of checks and balances.
Perhaps the hardest thing to realize is that all we were taught,
All we were led to believe about the nation we live in,
Was pure propaganda in and of itself,
Self serving and false,
No more real than an elf.
I sit each day and I see no glory,
I see no beauty in the flag anymore.
It has been taken and turned into a symbol of hatred of prejudice and of disdain.
As long as that flag stands above a concentration camp,
As long as that flag lies on the arm of an agent who forces families apart,
As long as that flag still remains marred,
I refuse to honor it.
The flag was once a symbol of hope, of unity and strength,
But now it is nothing more than a corporate logo for those who perpetrate evil,
It matters not wether Democrat or Republican,
The fact is that they all failed us.
They sat back, they held such hubris,
They laughed and joked about the impossible,
And now every single day we suffer more,
We fight for our lives yet again.
All because people chose not to win,
Chose not to stand up and speak out,
It was a choice that was made not by the people as a whole, but a small few who spoke for themselves abandoning their duty to the people they were supposed to represent.
They put on a show, but then when the cameras turn,
They think we don't see them engaging and enjoying time with the very ones who own this hate.
They think we don't see them joining hands across an aisle corroborating with evil,
But even though we keep fighting away,
They ask for money and threaten what will happen if we don't donate .
They hold us hostage yet again,as if the election itself were not the worst of this land,
We sit around a nation without an identity.
Our Lady of liberty, trashed, tarnished , mocked and violently raped in plain sight of us each and every single day.
We were told Lady liberty was to protect us,
but it is we who should be protecting her,
But now we sit with nothing left.
1776 is a time of sorrow now,
And we sit and dream yet again of freedom from oppression and freedom from hate.
This government is no longer a beacon of hope,
But a cesspool whose stench covers the land,
And invades neighboring countries.
Allies are falling away from us,
We are being closed behind a wall and separated from the world,
Our allies are fleeing with good reason,
But it leaves us stuck with a president of treason.
I once loved this country of mine,
Until the clouds parted and the truth came forth.
How does one willingly pledge to love an abuser?
It was not from actions of this generation of mine,
but those of the ones who loudly criticize,
Seeking to move backwards,
Seeking to restore their deluded visions,
Instead of confronting the reality before their eyes.
These years were supposed to be joyous continued progress,
Things were supposed to get better,
They stole my American dream,
A simple one to live with respect and dignity not just for me,
But for all.
To live in a land where hatred is trampled on,
not risen as a trophy for oppressors.
And that I can never forget.
The day my governemt turned it's back on me,
abandoned all that is decent and stood idly by a person as vile as the furer himself.
At night there was once silence,
There was stillness about the capitol of the people,
But now it is loud as voices cry out,
Those departed in history’s worst plights,
Cry out into the cold of the night,
How could you forget me they ask us,
How could you invalidate the very lessons we provided,
How could you destroy the gift of freedom,
How could you comply as history begins to repeat,
And no answer can be given to these deafening cries.
No answer is within us because we too are fearful of how to survive.
I once thought the worst thing was a dream deferred
But nothing is worse than hope that is stolen.
Nothing is worse than love and life deferred,
Not by choice,
But by force.
©Ian Scheil 2018 (ibuddy66)