Basic principles, like bad dreams, awaken me at night.
I can smell the resentment, like an ill wind blowing from the shining sea.
Nothing really to bother with or me but it's intrusive,
this rancid fragrance filtered through assumptions,
boiling up into a banter of protectionist hate.
Sitting in my corner listening, hoping to understand the distress,
I face things that imperceptibly bear down on agonized screams.
The flaming darkness of this rather unpleasant situation
is skewing my navigating sense toward comprehension.
Original intent drowned so long ago.
Or maybe not?

Still bewildered from long noisy sleep,
I go in search of candles.

What I find is her torch,
hidden within a conflagration of enticements.
A closer examination reveals underlying reasons and dangers.
Beyond comfort, what's the meaning of this pledge,
this apparent vow to believe in the righteousness of purpose?
Why this allegiance to our shadowy over-world
whose invaders swiftly and indecently devour opportunities?
Like Monopoly, for Players of this game, it's grow or die.
Truth becomes as blind as Justice,
making the foulest crimes a matter of opinion.
Liberty gloats with misplaced loyalty to the wrong-hearted.

Happiness flees,
with all of us in lazy pursuit.

So why even bother with wringing the towel?
Rude behavior always provokes startled glances.
Some don't see the beauty in a great splash of tricolor draped across the sky,
A monument of heartless rock, concealing burnt flesh and drying blood.
It's only the secrets of grown-ups, humans trying to live on,
expansion, constantly shameless.
Whether I feel proud or disapproving
Why not let the soothing wartime blackness surround me...
There have many benefits from this affliction.
America.
My country t'is of thee…

It's perfectly alright to place your name on the wagon,
but with such a curious mechanism, only god can forgive.