Exile In My Country

I am an exile in my country.

A flashlight in the day upon the excess of our nation.
A candle in the night remembering whom and what we want to forget.

Can't you see me?

My voice goes unheard and the truth is gagged while screaming.

I am an exile in my country.

You don’t want to see me.
I turn the bow inside your conscience.

Downcast eyes. Narrow brows. Red faces. Silent stares.
Why is everyone so uncomfortable with peace?

I am an exile in my country.

My candidates don’t run.
My flesh is not represented.
My compassion akin to terror.

I am an exile in my country.

A slim win becomes a mandate for ill will done.
A victory for the Wal-Mart shoppers.
Suburbia green grass barbecues.
Church on Sunday in case you forgot.
Retirement funds grow under silent watch.
Pop another Paxil.
Let us Heal under this great oppression.
God bless America.

The children of our countries drench the desert sand.

What is the saturation point?
What is your saturation point?
What is everyone so afraid of losing that has not already been lost?

I am an exile in my country.