state of the union

pray for us

excuses melted down

we are lost

excuses melted away

in a country that once was a friend

pray for us

smoking cigarettes again

sitting in church pews

now filled with red hats

who once marched to songs of freedom

pray for us

vomiting hybrid pseudo tomatoes

this corporate earth has desecrated

left us prisoners

alone

in our room cells

in these streets

cynical eyes following

hesitancy in our steps

distrustful of our colors

in these streets

mountains erode after the flood

we may be buried alive

without a sound

but for silent rain

falling on a lake

hours drifting

pasting back together another day

pray for our deliverance

from these gray streets

and we will come to you heads bowed

unashamed

for we are not a generation who fears the loneliness

and the struggle to resist

this country that once was a friend