Pledge of Lies

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