my country tis of greed
i haven’t slept right for weeks
like my dreams can’t decide
what it means to be american
i have a heart & i bleed & i breathe
just like all the other faces
passing me on every street
in all my varied wanderings
against mountain ocean desert scenes
if this is god’s country
maybe i’ll become a witch
cast a spell with my longings
make us into a universe
give back our collected pain
to every spangled star
i could stop wondering
if where we are is where we’re going
how we got here at all
amassing on the washington mall
in all of our great cities
finding the lost art of protest
a nonviolent resistance
with recycled signs
black lives matter
chinga la migra
my body my choice
love is love is love is love
i still want to love my country
i still want to dream of peace
i still want to trust this place
but today i feel afraid
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