Promised Land

Mon, 01/09/2017 - 10:18 -- evansbr

Promised Land

 

it was midnight

on a windswept

friday,

early july,

when i realized

that my entire

nation was

a hand-me-down,

a last-minute

compilation

of the word

equality.

i was a thief in the

night, and had swept

their worlds

right from underneath

their feet.

i still cannot

pronounce their

names

and i hope they

come back

to haunt me.

it is your fault

but i will take

accountability –

there is nothing

new under

the sun.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741