Gallantly Streaming

Focus with me
Let’s set our souls ablaze
Dream of wild ferocious freedom

We have no rules that are not golden
We have no laws that are not molded
In accordance with clay and loam
We speak no words that are not poems

It is not so difficult to share
When you know the pleasure it is to give
It is not so scary to die
If you leave behind a life well lived

If a government should be like breeze upon the lawn
Then what if we were the spots upon a fawn
The moon preceding the dawn
The harmony that builds the song

The fruit of your labor
is as sweet as
you make it
spreadsheet or blueberry, how poetic
reach out and touch love
tender, purchased, or aesthetic
what will you pass on to your children
pollution, debt, or genetic?

Will America’s bright stars
keep on gallantly streaming
over ramparts we watch
while the refugee is screaming?

Let the left hand know not
what the right hand is doing
The villain of this plot
Passively viewing
Accepted aggression
A knife wound to the wrist, oppression
Blood on both hands
But blade in one
Until the two come together
We won’t be done

Free men do not construct walls
between their homes and desolation,
nor live in isolation.
On the shore dimly seen,
under rocket’s red glare,
Father and daughter who dared
drowned in the Rio Grande

Where is that band
who so valiantly swore
that the havoc of war
should leave us no more?
The terror of flight
the gloom of the grave
the blood-soaked banner doth wave
o’er the land of the free
and the corpse of the brave.

These are not facts
These are traditions
This is not fate
These are conditions
We all play a part
Take your positions