Poem: one

one nation

under the gods

seemingly indivisible

except for

the oppressed

the exploited

the invisible

one nation

militarized

with tanks

and with guns

as if might

is always right

and how

its will be done

one nation

of prisons

one nation

of cops

of racism

and violence

when does

it stop?

one nation

of outrage

at the hatred

that seethes

one nation

of people

underfoot

begging

just to breathe

one nation

that has

far too many

have nots

and a new

revolution

that needs

to be fought

poem

Everyone

is waiting

for the cure

for the hatred

for the indifference

no one should

ever endure

they want

to make you

targets

they want

to make you

less

this is

one more

pandemic

that is not

addressed

Poem

Listen

to the rain

it is the voice

of spring

sweeping

winter’s ashes

revitalizing everything

listen

to the rain

another day

is coming

its fingers

on the windowpane

nervously drumming

listen

to the rain

it is not always sad

do not listen

to me

i have nothing

more to add