Missed America
A Haiku in ten parts
A torturous thing —
Living in one’s skin waiting
For the next bullet
A deep “virtual
Insanity” has gotten
The best of freedom
America, “land
Of the free, home of the brave,”
We backstab with love
This, a country that
Hails its flag as kings and queens
Over its people
They say they want us —
But spend their time keeping us
Buried above ground
Stifling, isn’t it?
How UnAmerican most
Americans are
We’re disposable —
That’s how it feels when folks drag
You out with the trash
Too many speakers —
Not enough listeners, so
Nothing’s getting done
Devastation hits —
strips away homes and loved ones,
His words are, “Good Luck!”
Priorities shift —
Other things take precedence
Over human lives
This poem is a part of “Equal People,” Our Human Family’s anthology of international poetry on equality and inclusivity.
A Cornered Gurl 
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