I pledge allegiance to the divided countries
Of this unholy union of haves and have nots.
What I’d dreamed of is gone now, but that is okay.
This unspeakable contrast must be here to stay.
I am born of a small world of sinister plots
And of billowing hatred of democracies.
It does freak the hell out of me to some degree.
People whom I’ve ever known I now cannot trust
And it does seem to matter that I am concerned
That there are some tough lessons that have to be learned.
All the ‘brotherly love’ bullshit crumbles to dust
In the climate of strong racial hatred of me.
Is there room to be hopeful? I know that I am
On the verge of discovering what I can do
To maintain my alignment and blend with the flow
Of what my inner being would want me to know
About my own magnificence. I’m able to
Carry on with my living and not give a damn.
My own past is an utter disaster, so I
Am a match to experiences of chaos.
I need close only the gap between me and me.
All else that may be happening I need not see.
There are may bridges. I choose which ones to cross.
Some may lead to fulfillment, and those I will try.