i walk through towns
modern in architecture
modern in travel
modern in appearance
            but
the words spoke were [trapped]
that fell into the gutters of the nation
           ******
         *******
          *******
      camel jockey
           ****
           *****
           ****
         squaw
       c o l o r e d
littered the lips of a unified nation that crumbled at its core
the moon is attainable
           but
minds are trapped in ignorant comfort
too afraid to face the date their phones flashed

for a world found, little has been learn