My Promise Land

to have and have not is reason lent to logic and reality left to disspare to my heart oh, not where? the place of peace not there then where can the weary traverse where the dreams are not night mares loud noises not explosions loud voices not fights and darkness a place to sleep rather than a place to hide who is it that insist on our depravity whilst we are not in captivity fleeced of menial freedoms by a monsoon of unjust laws furious my psyche can deduce that i am not wanted here in the midst of all the false advertisement one country can give about how much blood was spilled to make them free do we dare to think that this excludes me have not i been knitted into the matrix of this thing called freedom have my dreams deceived me about the land of the free are not rights given in duplicity and these ideals; do they not come from God to have and have not the rights of men and the peace there in belonging to every citizen