Resurge.

a nation
dreamed
upon
notions
grand and
enlightened,
and
the scarred
backs of
My
fathers.

hypocritical living
oxymoron;
i embraced the
rough and
tumble of
racism humble,
“Casual”
&
“Light”

We
were
facing the
Demons,
together.

the original intent,
indigenous peoples
notwithstanding,
was intact…
For some.

the experiment,
great as it may be,
is over.
a new age,
we must (all) learn
how
to
be
free.