We still dance even 

with the strings cut and the crowd 

already moved on 

I thought they wanted us to speak English

A new language of 

lies has replaced English among

some in this country 

Stare in awe at the 

dawn but pray you get home by

the time the sun sets 

The prey pray for a

safe space as hunger drives the 

pride ever forward  

While you scourge yourself

for the littlest fault they 

make evil an art  

The old men sit by

the river with fishing poles 

and Hemingway dreams 

While farmers' daughters 

cavort the cows run wild since 

the barn door is agape