I Hear America
I hear America’s plead for a place of tranquility, far and bright as the sun.
A mom crying for a black son, gone to the cruel actions of racism. A child
screaming as a bullet let loose, another innocent classmate lost.
A boy watching
his friend’s life slip away to heroin, cocaine, and A daughter hiding in the
dark closet, avoiding the hard blows of her alcoholic father. A dad waiting in
the ER room, after a disturbing phone call on a drunk driver accident. A girl
numbed by fear, too naïve to understand the disease a filthy man had given her.
I see America dream of an insubstantial place.
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