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.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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