The American Dream Dies Alone
A red fist chokes my world before me
Millions of crimson fingers
Squeeze the life from my family
My friends, my lover
I awake covered in a cold sweat
"It could never happen, right?"
Now I watch blood stain the map
As more and more states turn red
She flees to Mexico
He awaits conversion
They face the reality that the Nazis tried to bury
70+ long years ago
I fall to my knees and wonder
I'm white. I'm male.
I'm mostly straight.
I have nothing to fear
Except for the fact that everyone I love
Is in danger
This isn't my America.
I left this mentality behind in World War II.
This isn't my America.
I didn't vote for a racist, misogynist, xenophobic waste.
This isn't my America.
I didn't choose to oppress.
This isn't my America.
I didn't choose to regress.
This is a dying America.
The American Dream Dies Alone.
Copyright © Derek Chos | Year Posted 2016
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