"New America"
by Willie Bee

Shadows of wings of missile-clad, gray,
military aircraft fly
across the wet reflections of my human
on the shower floor.

I sigh at what they’re there for.

The radio spews, "DespiKable acts"
and "hunt down and  punish"
from witch-hunter, defiant lips, positioned
upon a red, white and blue,
used as a separation
symbol on the planet termed, "Earth."

I sigh at what my leader says.

Falling water and tears of saddening misery
for the tragedy of my fellow human beings, mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers, friends, lovers, who clawed like lab rats
at a clear cell wall to break free
from their souls.

I sigh at what my fellow human beings
did to them.

Jump out of the shower shadows. 
Flush the radio waste. 
Dry off the pain.  
And open the dusty, forgotten chest
and pull the wings of ago out of time.
Lace them on.  Stop sighing. 
Start screaming.

I shout out the timeless,
borrowed lyrics of hope:
"Love NOT war!" 
"Give Peace a Chance!"

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