I, Too, Am Wounded

I, too, am America
Once strong, now fractured, cracks in the picture frame
Morals eroded, hearts corroded by shame, family drifting
A love locked away, behind a glowing screen, where it quietly decays

I, too, mourn the shattering of Martin’s dream
In a system that sows discord, hope is ripped away at the seams
A violence is raging, the schools soaked in blood
Joy is a fleeting shadow, news reports fund the flood

I, too, am sick
Corruption as vast as the seas
A toxin creeping, leaking, breeding destruction
No one to blame but us, no, not even the Russians

I, too, have a concussion
Two parties, two points of view, what more can we actually do
Yet every four years we question why the masses are dazed and confused
We have the power to choose, but it's only, Red or Blue

I, too, am pissed
Forty hours a week, we still can’t afford rent
You’ll need three jobs, two side hustles, and a miracle just to not sleep in a tent
Im told the problem is inflation but the truth just continues to beat on me

I, too, long for a change
Justice doesn’t exist on this plane
As we sit in this hell, awaiting heaven’s descent
I grieve the ones that won’t make the ascent

For I, too, know the healer
Even the ones who denied him know of his fame
He cures the blind, heals the sick, fixes the lame
The only hope America has, is calling on Jesus’s name