People shouldn’t need
to beg to be human

and a bomb isn’t a lullaby
rocking away hunger
or comfort or love

I could care less how you hang your flag
because when you wake up it’s still a flag
probably sewn by Betsy Ross in China
or maybe tiny fingers from sweatshops
in Indonesia or maybe in the USA

And for those who pledged their lives
to a flag that never represented them

whose history is banned from Public schools
so that generations of the other Others
wouldn’t have to feel guilt about the Truth
that turned cotton into gold
generational purses fueling rhetoric

I’m confused
Surely Justice is just blind-folded
May the Real America stand up
Who is flying the flag up-side-down
Who is sending bombs to rock sweet babies

Where is the hero when you need one
I need to go to the woods
“to lose my mind and find my soul” (John Muir). 

June 2, 2024