
Missed America
A Haiku in tenĀ parts
A torturous thingāā
Living in oneās skin waiting
For the next bullet
A deep āvirtual
Insanityā has gotten
The best of freedom
America, āland
Of the free, home of the brave,ā
We backstab with love
This, a country that
Hails its flag as kings and queens
Over its people
They say they want usāā
But spend their time keeping us
Buried above ground
Stifling, isnāt it?
How UnAmerican most
Americans are
Weāre disposableāā
Thatās how it feels when folks drag
You out with the trash
Too many speakersāā
Not enough listeners, so
Nothingās getting done
Devastation hitsāā
strips away homes and loved ones,
His words are, āGood Luck!ā
Priorities shiftāā
Other things take precedence
Over human lives
This poem is a part of āEqual People,ā Our Human Familyās anthology of international poetry on equality and inclusivity.
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