Of my country and of my family
I have little to say.
Amber waves of grain
Little amber mostly grey
Allegiances pledged
To the emperor of rubble
Future held hostage
By proselytized trouble
Missiles come
And childhoods go
Gieger’s counting
Not yuletide snow
Sol became an enemy
Streams became acid
Fights for water and food
Left dreams dead and placid
Human kindness
Cowering in caves
Mansions once secure
Now looted in waves
Murder for MRE’s
Ramen noodle gangs
Antibiotics like gold
In secret alleyways
Medical care
A drudge’s dream
It’s better to die
Than nurture self-esteem
My family, they say
Is camped below ground
Schrödinger’s bomb shelter
grassy burial mound.
Like Hitler youth
They turned in our names
Red hats were deployed
To bash in our brains
No time for laughter
Convicted by juries
The finger pointers finally
ran out of pointees.
No one left to guard us
No one left to care
Appeals to deaf ears
Breakout, we dared.
Freedom was not free
As we left the prison bars
To seek the only asylum
Kin’s hearth harbors
We searched the lands
For our turncoat family
Hoping they’d changed
Wishing they’d act selflessly
Love doesn’t care about
The color of hat one wears
What will we find
If we go down the stairs?
Hiked across hills
Forded creeks and rivers
To the old family farm
Where brave heart quivers
Reach for the handle
The cracked hatch makes a frown
Will they be unchanged?
Going down!
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