may it be
a poem
my nation is broken
and maybe it’s always been
but once I thought
of a slow march to justice
those were martin luther’s words,
the king of civil rights
but which republic are we in
and which war do we fight?
—
i don’t care anymore
about my nation
the stars and stripes
are stars and bars
with another name
rank with injustice
and property rights
inhumane
—
my heart breaks for injustice
cries out against oppression
weeps for the broken
and the immigrant
enslaved by the corporation
—
my soul begs the Lord
what does it all matter
anymore
my God, the unveiling
of men’s hearts
—
i don’t care anymore
what death fills the streets
Get Josiah Merz’s stories in your inbox
Join Medium for free to get updates from this writer.
where comes the justice
truth and righteousness
and what would mlk say
and his namesake
if they walked the streets
today?
—
my nation is broken
and always has been
a child of empires
married to enlightenment
selfishness reigns supreme
as men line their wallets
forcing child brides
to preen
—
this land is my home
this land is my love
my God commands my allegiance
i no longer love the flag
His Kingdom
His road
not mine
or the constitution’s
—
i truly don’t care
what nation exists
except it be one
of truth
and love,
justice
and righteousness…
—
…amen
