Morning Before War

break beats bump at break neck speed
simultaneously with my heartbeat.
bump bump!
bump bump!
bump bump!
standing tall in the stillness
of the early morning light
somewhere between silence and twilight..
early morning dew,
cascades glistens
slides, fading
into oblivion
I.
unobserved by million;
not interested in who I am -
but what I have -
what I represent,
most resent.
I am
only a refection
of their diseased institution
I am
everything.
I am
nothing.
I am
what makes their freedom ring.
there is a solemn grey
that lies between
my towered twin and I.
we are purple mountain majesty
above dilapitated plains
and blood stained plantations.
victims of their perverted creations.
money earned by free and cheap labor
wall street alleys and political favor.
do you hear our heartbeat
Halliburton?
I am
standing behind the soiled curtain
of your America,
your deceit and treachery.
I am
green from neglect and poverty
hidden behind thin white lies.
grief - the bond between my
towered twin and I
it is approximately
nine and eleven tenth seconds to the moment
of atonement.
there is no fasting and prayer
God is nowhere
in this equation.
only used as justification for the invasion
of her daughter's blackness
the dark richness
of what they lack
is what brings them back.
I
understand your pain,
I, too,
would be enraged
with this land of the free,
home of the brave
you see me as it's pulse,
but it does not run thru me..
we do not share the same bloodline,
this country and I.
I, too,
have been used and abused.
I am
only a figure, standing tall, a centinel
like you,
I am
multi-dementional
look closely,
I
have been forced to my knees
I am
able to pray toward the east
I
know what you've through
I, too,
have been deceived and lied to.
the heartbeat of your countrymen
pulse - rushing
to our shores,
this not so free country
living in courageous cowardice;
and their eyes will search for vindication
only to find their liberties
are held hostage,
blinded by bonded hate.