here we stand
not one Nation under God
fragmented under
a heaving flag
weighted down
by broken parts
shredded by knives
with rusted edges
blunted, yet sharp
in grievances
old cracks and ignorance
faulted lines below
the glossy glaze
held together
are now frayed
here we are
back in time
rolling in dismal strife
wondering how we got to this
at a loss for a healing fix
as in all things we have learned
there’s seldom a road to permanence
each generation carves its path
this one’s up to us, America.
© Neetu Malik
soft murmurs in the dark
don’t enlighten me
they leave me fumbling
for something real to grasp
The marbles roll
on a patch of dirt–
colored transparencies
shine in the afternoon sun.
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Bravo, Neetu! Well said.
Thank you, Veronica.