Here

Here as in America. Where we are at politically, socially, and as a culture gives me a sense of insecurity. My desire to leave grows with each passing day.

Nothing is here,

Nothing is no where.

Everything is at stake.

There is more.

More then a wall of barbed wire, 

and crimson drenched cotton of the engineers,

Grown men,

gripping to Mother's teat.

Feat of self,

Band in a culture bleached land.

Internally, particles dissipate, 

No American is whole.

Internally, flames anticipate, 

Compromise is irrationally told,

Eternally, I wounder when the world will fold.

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[Sami Khalil]

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