Everywhere you turn
An army badge
A police baton
A threatening militia
...
A volcano can lie
Dormant for a century
And suddenly erupt
And so
...
He was stumbling
Down freedom way
Dripping blood
A wooden cross on his back
...
The road is rough
Long and pregnant
With potholes
Some of us
...
I thank the hands
That makes food
The breasts
That make milk
...
Once people could roam
Free
Unbound
So noble and fair
...
My whole life
I've spent searching
But never finding
Wanting
...