A nation of broken syringes;
Offering Tiki torches are brownshirts arms held aloft.
America hasn’t changed.
Twisted nostalgic lynched picnics
Tear through our exceptionalism.
America isn’t brave.
Living men resurrect dead slaves
And fly their flags of primacy like a child’s drawing.
America hides in vain.
Color blind halcyons hide dark faces
With white graces.
America is still the same.
Lie forged memories
Blindly see with amnesiac brains
America prides in shame.
Numb men provide death gifts to strangers
Mowing down crowds
America drowns in pain.
Make America Great.