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::: America :::

I wake up every morning with the sheets wrapped around my head
Sweating and not willing to get up for the machine
For the first time, I am afraid of you, and I am afraid for you
Like Ginsberg, I am too tired for you
Your internet nestings, cell phone parties
Web disasters.  Why do you offer me no company? 
Why do so many people, like myself, find solace in checking their e-mail fifty times a day?
America, do you watch your babies and your bibles? 
Do you help children fit into the plastic straps of dancer uniforms? 
America, do you ever say what you mean? 
Can you do the right thing? 
This is enough we are a country teeming with golf clubs and welfare
When do we cross the line and go to the other
When do we fix what is in our backyards? 
When do we kiss another skin? 
When do the skins all mingle without shades of entitlement? 
When is there equality? 
Did it ever exist anywhere?
Where are the crumbs of bread that will feed the stomachs of others? 
I am certain that there is enough and I will go with all of the poets with red trash bags to make sure
When I hear that a woman in Africa has to dive into a crocodile infested swamp
For two crawfish that she is unable to cook for her children, I look to you
Why are you drawing your purse strings? 
Why do you fold your arms in cashmere sweaters? 
How can I find every luxury-special sauces, sushi restaurants, when there are those who must walk for water? 
How will we ever know that when there is no pain that we can read
In the sky when will the sky become red
And hot because
There is dread of disease
How is it that we cannot
Fly with thunder
And save our words
How is it, America? 
How is it? 
How is it? 
For everyone
For everyone

Written by: ~ Brennan Fitzgerald