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One nation,
under God,
indivisible…
Hmmph…
but on the street
we treat each other
like the other
is invisible.
We don’t speak.
Our eyes don’t meet
with intention.
When they accidently do,
it’s awkwardly,
because your penchant
to smile uncomfortably
attempting to appease
some violent rage –
as if some beast
loosed from its cage
resides in me –
CREATES very the rage
you behave as if exists
within my heart at all times.
So, why shouldn’t I be pissed
when your eyes
are passing judgment,
and your deportment
convicts?
When you shun your own
for confirming your privilege
does exist?
Your pledge is a lie.
We are, in deed,
two nations.
-HymnAgen
