America, No Vacancy
By Arrie Barnes Porter
America, where are your spacious skies? Where has your
Beauty gone? Sublime call of time and retribution has
Chased away your alibi of indifference.
Day trader, your amber waves surrender their oceans of grainy democracy to
Earthly wamble. You reigned in mountains of royalty, yes, purple. But where is your
Fruit? Or is it Charlottesville, a cacophonous choir of zealots who
Claim love but demonstrate hate. America, America!
God’s grace cannot be found as COVID sheds its virus-tinged complexion throughout
Humanity, it is no respecter of person or cash. Yo ass is out.
In fact, you ask why but know the answer. You have lost your first love.
Jesus help us! Do not leave us to determine our path.
King of Life, Oni, deliver us from this tabernacle of sorrow.
Lend us your character and we will be renewed. No other
Marks will we wear, in or out of style. No longer
Nonchalant about every other
Over morrow, or even today. America will find her way. We
Pray for forgiveness, for peace and a spirit that emboldens us to care, even in
Quiet times. Shake her so she
Remembers when we held her up in days past, not because she was deserving, just because. And
Soon payment for her extravagances will be due. America, there is no justification
To having crowned yourself with good? You believe brotherhood is
Unsafe. Change your mind and your destiny will change. Cede your point of
View that only Norwegian shores are worthy of entering you but not those other countries.
Remember what you called ‘em?
With your lips, whisper a song of thanksgiving. Deny your
Xenophobic mind set. Empty.
Your heart and know that at
Zero is not where you want to begin, if indeed, you are flowing from sea to shining sea.