Drawing Infinity

this is a poem I wrote about a year and a half ago. I didn’t think it was very good then but on second thought, I like it.

I hear my leader talking
change, true change, he says
my hand extends
the coins fall

men knock at my door
we will protect you, they say
your safety is at stake
my protection is gone

my rights wither away
like grapes on an unkempt vine
the promise of their sweetness is gone

my fate is realized
I am dying

for years I continue
down this path to days of yore
someone tried to warn me once
but the sun had already blinded me
I did not know the danger in its rays

my will to go on has faded
what motive have I?
the fruits of my labor are not mine

all at once, we remember
we are America
liberty or death was not just a quote
it is a rally call, and we rally

but is it too late?
to the capital we march
the streets are filled with pitchforks
this monster is hideous, this monster must die
why did we write this book?

the insurgents are us
the enemy are strong
but our strength is in numbers
liberty or death, we cry again
we cry in pain

…

my son comes home without me
his mother weeps bittersweet tears
our great leader has fallen
with him, the chains
we have come full circle
the wine tastes sweet again
America is free