How do I even begin to agree on my feelings about it?
I don't want to remember all the blood that stains my hands from my birth certificate.
I see all the asphalt decaying infrastructure
Forming drone strikes fueled by my starving dollar.
What about my uncle who fought for the crumbling?
Do you remember my father on the other side of the wall in Berlin?
What of my friends father?
Fifteen minutes to save those forgotten to Communism.
Why must I always remember my fallen veterans?
I should know who they are!
At home, living that American dream.
Or sleeping off it's hang over.