Growing Up in America
I remember resting nested in the safety
of invisible struggles, our parents burdens,
troubled only by endless movement, new
rules and dad’s anger. But we survived.
Later, they told us to hide under our desks
after showing slides of Hiroshima that
made desks seem like a futile refuge.
I never realized till now that we stopped after
Kennedy’s assassination. But we had passion.
Now we are divided in a new civil war
of Red and blue, politicians vie for votes,
promising prosperity, having forgotten
dignity and ethics. What do we have?
The first black President silently administrates
fulfilling an ancient dream, under daily assault,
he works, the media overlooking the greatest healing
of modern times. We have no heart.
Actors ascend political ladders,
Corporatocracy rules, technology distracts,
Americans torture and initiate war,
all in the silence preceding? We are empty.
News vanishes, talking heads entertain,
Powerful people deny ecological reality
most choose inclusion and liquidity over
Integrity and poverty, we are fearful.
Lincoln is dead, the Kennedy’s are dead
Martin Luther king is dead, John Lennon is dead
Let they who have no secrets dare to speak
from lives stored in the ever growing cloud,
scrutinized for data and leverage, we are silenced.