state of the union

pray for us

excuses battered down

we are lost

safe harbor 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

leaving us prisoners

alone in our room cells

here in these streets

cynical eyes follow us

hesitancy in our steps

distrustful of colors

in these streets

hope now eroded after the flood

we may be buried alive

without a sound

but for that idiot rain

pounding into puddles

heartening hours shipwrecked

ceding back another day

then pray for our release

from these vengeful cowboy streets

and we will come heads bowed

defeated yet defiant and unashamed:

for we were never a generation who feared loss

nor the struggle to resist

this country that was once a friend

Maricopa 

6/2/20