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Sometimes I dream of capturing a moment between wars

envision my country.

I could honestly define it as real,

as quickly as peace comes it goes,

and I fear that threat, swarthy, brawny, and filled with anger.

peace is not my own.

I am not alone.

My anguish evokes sadness.

Politicians leave me in a state of disbelief.

I stare at lattice-like patterns as they sway so that I protest these people.

they appear and disappear not as silhouettes,

I see them vividly, not just one horrific entity, they are too many and they are not the last of their kind, they are unlikely leaders.

they are well heeled on the noisy highways, their smoke stacks ooze sickly perfumed words up my ass.

They are out of control on lowly high-rise plaforms, polluting the air, and the other aspects of my country.



nightmares and demons come and go,

someday these war clouds will lift and disappear.

We will all sing together God Bless America, dry our tears, with laughter.

stop the war, stop the pain, stop the insanity.