It wasn’t bad luck that evening.
It was broadcast murder, and that,
Uncontroversial. 

                                                   But,
Now ain’t the time for your prayers
To that deaf god in heaven, where
Kneeling never quite done it before.

Not like it done today.

Don’t tell me “this is not my America.”
I don’t want to know.

“It was another day at the office baby.
He presented a clear and present threat.
He tried to trick me honey.
He fell, but he was resisting arrest.
Daddy had to make it home- hey!
Life is hard for me as it is.
Who makes sure I make it home?
Hang up the phone!
I’m afraid of their anger, their tricks, their shock, and surprise.
No.  When I’m working, my hunches are right.
God watching (he)
I knelt carefully to end this, praying for the threat to subside.
God watching (he)
I knelt ever so gently, then the threat quit play acting, and died.”

Murder on the networks,
Snuff porn flashing on the feed.
This is my America. 
They can hardly breathe.
It is later in the evening, 
The eight nations begging please.
He is in my head this morning,
I’m not even looking at the feed.
This is my home, this America.
Where history teaches if I do not speak,
They may one day come for me.