Vestiges of America

Tarnished, not only the bronze

but this so called humanity

living in past light and faded glory.

We are guilty of non-emotion

false hope rises every four years

and the revolving door

keeps on churning the chaos.

My school days made more sense

every year a clean slate

every year not measured against the past

every year a new goal

not the rehash of human waste.

We won’t survive,

our deaths will be in vane

for all the worth of a bronze vestige

for all the worth of naked souls

and another lost cause.

Raise your fist

sit for America

i don’t care to notice,

your actions are your deeds

my actions are mine

as i sit in disgust

of the america i once knew.