I hear the pain,
descending through meltdowns
and high and low ground,
valleys of unstable hearts-
my own is simply crippled.
I don't want to live in lies,
can't they know I am ready
for the truth- no matter how
revolting as it unfolds.
Moon doesn't stop the greed-
home is less than resource.
This is not God's angry strike,
He has a plan mystic and great
even though we shout against,
He won't let every face of His chosen
be betrayed by uselessness.
Guide my struggled breaths
toward stars nearer to heaven,
where I understand the hazards
but we continue with trust-
for our country, for our nation,
for the love we have kindled.
