My nest egg —
Has become my shield and arm
To friends who sit and idly stare
As much as strangers who wish me harm.
Bedfellows in their lack of care
Amidst this blaring of alarm

You know who you are
Your ideology has done me harm
It’s as simple as that.
And I will never forget.

Ponder this with me —

The euphoria will not last,
Realize —
that when you find yourself
Spiraling to the familiar
comfort of your anger,
That we are unified.

Unified in a collective grief,
for a world —
Gone awry.
Unified by the fleeting hope,
That our voiceless cries
Are actually heard!
Unified by the
Hollow mockery of mimicking echoes
From the ivory tower.

We grieve the enigma
Of illusive peace,
Like grasping for the ledge in free fall,
Looking for the control —
We never had.

Shall we celebrate
This union of half?
On one hand,
King’s audacious dream,
A beacon of hope for unity,
On the other, misplaced hate,
Tightly bound in fear’s cold grip.

Forced together,
In deafening discord
Of striking dissonance,
As oil insists on water.

Somewhere, I’ve never been.
Not then and there
nor here and now,
It’s nowhere but my dreams.
It’s a longing for the safe
Warm glow of hearth and hope,
But I’m just a stranger estranged
In a stranger land
Forever seeking home