Black and amber,
Gold and gray,
The smoke of our souls
In branching trails.
The brilliance of our passion
Threw into grim relief
The pieces of our peace,
Broken, bleeding.
...
And we welcomed it,
Sang out:
Surround us
You brilliant chorus of lights
Tapestry of sound
Cast shards of daylight
Across our upturned countenances
Burst bombs in air
A celebration of a nation
A foundation of oppression
Was there blood in the gutters
When we
Were too focused on the sky
The rushing, roaring sky
The bursting, living sky,
To see it?
...
And we spun under the stars,
The heavens made dim
By the spectacle of earth,
We
Set fire to the sky.
We aimed for the moon
We burned out halfway up
In a colored kiss.
And we
Went mad for it
This circus of lights
Silenced by the majesty
Of a fractured thing
...
And we knew
That the dream was twisted
Don’t think
We hadn’t seen the cracks,
We knew
What a nightmare
We had created in our blindness
We were not oblivious
We had not gone deaf
We had only heard it
A thousand times before
And that was worse
But we knew,
Oh yes, we knew,
What horrors this dream
Could bring.
But in this hopeful, hazy moment
It was beautiful.
...
And we reveled in it
We whooped and cried out,
We threw our arms wide,
Knowing,
That all across
This land of bruised hearts:
The lifting of weary heads,
From the mourning of the dead
Cheering, cursing, begging
Deliver us!
You land of a thousand dreams
Take this burden
Keep your promise
Set us free!
...
And we heard them,
And yet,
We were so transfixed
That when
The rockets fell to earth
We only stumbled
Drunk on a thousand colored flames
Back to the silver quiet of our homes
And for all our wonder
We could not help but ask:
How many more lives will that passion take?
That screaming, self-important passion
That we so cheered for,
Barely a breath ago
How many must fall
For this countries sake,
With so many already gone?
...
Black and amber,
Gold and gray,
The smoke of our souls
In branching trails.
The brilliance of our passion
Threw into grim relief
The pieces of our peace,
Broken, bleeding.
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