If I am given a life to write in divided breaths
let the country be a place for solitude
engagement be a place for growth
here we will reproduce, give birth to healthy
words, feast from the medleys of home
wake upon something else, other than life and its falsities.
my country, buried in allegiance
hiding from the cleanliness of rain
why wrap yourself in satisfaction
creating temples of time without hours to heal.
the orphan, many without a safe home in this barren world
unwrapped among our gifts borrowed for show
my children who have nothing of want
mouths of vanity before they even speak of need.
I pledge allegiance to fantasy, an unknown country
where the holidays are prayers and peace is beyond my borders
new friends I meet among those I don’t know,
they are just names being recognized in human form,
titles of new forgiveness in our unforgiving world.