The Patriot Poem by alexandre arnau

the image
has been seen
throughout
history
tragedies mirrored
through halls
of valor
and i'm always
left
with the same
questions

temples
made rubble
libraries
burned
schools
turned
to stockades
all meat
for the cannibals
of democracy

maybe
there are no
innocents
left
but there are still
the undeserving
the ones
who need freedom
the most
are often the ones
who suffer
it's heavy hand
the most

once
upon a time
wars
were fought
and battles
waged
for ideals
the dream
of something better
equality
truth
freedom

what happened?

we sleep
uncomfortably
under a blanket
of security
our parents
assuring us
that the
monsters
real
or imagined
lie in wait
under our
national bed

we hunt
for such a
little rabbit
in his pathetic
hole
while a madman
waves his weapons
and his victims
for the world
to see

we strive
to stamp out
the worker's paradise
while slavery
and genocide
are tolerated
for diplomacy

what happened?

like others
before me
i am attacked
for my questions
in the land
of the free
angry fingers
holding bibles
and guns
accusing me
of traitorous
thought

i am not loyal
to a nation
who wages war
for money
or pride
i am not loyal
to a nation
who holds
christian value
above human value
i am not loyal
to a nation
who profiles me
for being born
brown
i am not loyal
to a nation
founded by
an ideal of freedom
and built by
slavery
and near genocide

no

i am loyal
to nothing

nothing
but the dream
that is
america