the Amercan Dream
squints into the rising sun
wondering how many nights he must sacrifice
to sleep easily
how any poisons imbibed
just to be buried alive
because the price of dying is too high to fathom
reaching his hands above the poverty line
starving for time
because this deadline looms like a beheading
so he keeps killing himself
to make a better life
resting his eyes against the blaze
he wakes to nightmares
his children crying, his house on fire
hope dead
and he hasn’t seen his wife in weeks
but he can feel her eyes in each sunset
that feels like another failure
knowing she bleeds in vain
beneath the strain of holding up a house made of matchsticks
agaist the holocaust of a neverending fight
where ends only meet
if she spreads her legs in streets paved with inequity
nothing more than a whore to stone
a body to own
or worse…invisible
now night falls
and with it all the stars left to wish upon
and there on his knees
the American Dream fades away
alone
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