I asked, is America dead?
Her skin pale, sullied by time.
Once blue eyes, now dulled gray, stared across the bitter valley.
Her mouth opened, closed.
She shook her head; blond hair whispered—
—its reflection bleached, lifeless.
The words, stark:
We’ve grown callous.
A silver tear shimmered beneath an eye.
Without empathy, love, without truth.
And her words uncovered a world darkened with hate, by lies,
Crumbling with despair.
Dying with a whisper and a rattle beneath the blue and uncaring sky.
Its eulogy littered with noble ideas, broken promises, false morality, distraction.
Fear designed for pillage, isolation.
When I looked at my friend she was still, silent.
Her eyes now empty, sightless.
Her nobility, love, empathy, turned to ash for an undeserving world.
A world drifting to destruction.
Whimpering when it should scream,
Sitting when it should stand,
Accepting when it should demand,
Dying when it should live.
A world dying of its own heaviness,
Its hate, its anger.
Dying from misuse, from lies, from apathy, from avarice.
A world dying without hope.
A world dying without hope!
Without empathy, without love, without truth, without goodness.
A world destroyed with fear.
Yours and mine.
You and me.