out of our safe enclaves, ways to unite
into collective actions that will begin to
effectively block and heal the disease
that is upon us. A deep bow to our lost
elder and our dear Barbara.
A Dream
A flag, a bible, a stream of endless
lies, your word means nothing to you.
The art of your moment is deceit.
Every lie a slight of hand, a distraction
inviting hate. Broker of treason and
intimate assault, you have no idea
what you are doing. You lost the dream
of America. We all see there is a better
than this. We carry the decency to keep
a promise, hold the wish to serve, honor
an oath to follow and enforce the law.
Together, we will find a way; Take back
the power and voice of the common good.
Your assumed privilege will be denied,
the energy of hope will rise, the long arc
of justice will slowly open again.
Behind bars, you can heal what is broken
or go down failing in your own mad bunker,
as the light of America returns, a dream
that will endure, out of many, one.