America Has Cancelled Itself

Faults draw their battle lines, fingers point to all and nowhere, the powerful seize their dishonest moments. America still has its lights on but those lights are dead-eyed, they stare like the painted orbs of broken dolls. I cannot write about this sickly ‘shinning,’ it both glares and shades my mind. The new 'normal' is old, both angels and devils, the meek and the bold run to each other for answers, but no one knows the anger quotient of: Why? From sea to shining sea no one now is free.