Lately,
hope only
seems to exist for me
in fictional realities.

It seems like
people being
kind and nice
isn’t real life.

I know there are
heroes inside
of us all,
and we
don’t need
bright colored
tight shirts and jeans,
or capes flowing
to save the day.

Star Trek
isn’t what makes us great.
It’s just a finger
pointing in the general direction
to help us get on our way.

But over one third of
the country I am expected to love,
cause we were meant to be a melting ***
that incorporates what others got
to fill in the missing parts
and reinforce our ramparts
against the weakness
of divisiveness,
have decided
that they don’t like it
and placed a con man on high
as their ***** god like
****** greasy cheeseburger guy.