I have heard
backhanded  compliments,
lubricated words,
empty promises.
Politics.
Liquid crack
In every corner store.
It gets weirder,
our government
plotriffic thriller
heavy on the story line.
Nations’ history,
strings of violence.
Ancestors.
Mocking my dreams
shedding tears
of joy, unlikely.
Within my dreams,
as one,
we mourn together
for that day,
our way of life
taken.