The Green

I was travelling once I witnessed the green the most beautiful thing i had ever seen in this bubble within this country. in this bubble within this country where the sky is painted blue and the roads are covered in roses I pretend that i am floating in the galaxy alone in space with no aversion or affection for my surrounding state and this country In this bubble within this country I eat with arms that aren't mine drink from the finest of wine I couldn't care less about what you heard on the news or your biased political views In this bubble i am second only to God and the diamond here is my blood occasionally i peek through the cracks in the seams they rip through this bubble like butter and through them i witness someones brother kill their mother a family grown to suffer a country where the only time its people win is when they're hurting each other I see all of this, sometimes, from this bubble then i give my prayers and cover up my troubles and continue to act, in this bubble, befuddled like this bubble doesn't exist in this country and i'm merely floating alone in the galaxy Sometimes i pick at these covered up problems like scabs on a wound playing with them like dolls in my mind in this bubble of a room and when, as it always happens, they seem so complex to me i contemplate asking the green,ever beautiful in this bubble, for clarity but i am afraid, as all men are, that they would reject audaciously for hatred of my kind.