How many of us have forgotten what America really is?
How many of us never knew the builders of a nation that never had a chance amidst the clawing, scraping hyenas
one on top of the other?
The humble and the worthy,
those beautiful lights deposited at the bottom of these towers of stinking flesh
like the waste of our city in the harbor.
The towers swing and undulate and rise like Babel.
America gropes with pale fingers to touch God,
built upon a foundation of death.

How many of us look into the eye cloaked in squalid green staring from our wallets?
This is the eye of the nation, the eye of the world.
It does not see God in you,
it sees what it must make you become.
It tastes your desires and whispers in you ear false secrets about America.
Nice things.
I cannot be alone, I open all doors.
I open windows for businessmen
and I open the ground for the poor.
I will make you different than the rest because you want to be alike.
God is far away; you must seek after me only,
for I am making America.

How many of us believe the lies and wear the mask of righteousness
bearing no slits for our eyes glowing white?
How many of us build the tower because we couldn’t see to know?
Knowing is only half of the struggle
and the struggle remains.

Knowing is not something to be taught in schools
where the teachers teach us to wear our masks without questions filling our mouths.
The questions may escape and suffer through an eardrum to a mind.
The mind may shudder and absorb the question and two points connect.
The ripping of a mask will take flesh with it.

Where was God when America was thrown upon the miry shores of the Chesapeake?
Where was God when rockets glared red and the mighty woman was raised unto Heaven?
Where was God when the new fire of our wrath was given to the world,
or when we were finally tall enough to crush the dust of the heavens in our hands?

God was next to us, but we did not know to see Him.