For The Wounded American Giant

She makes love over and over with Liberty and Justice for All.
And old friends cut her out and throw their shame and say she’s self-absorbed though she keeps love in the world for their own children.
And people look at her clothes funny and sneer.
And the town Council diminishes support.
And she makes love over and over to Liberty and Justice for All.
And she crosses the street and someone says, “You’re brave.”
And some men gawk and want over and over more and more without honor or replenishment.
And when she stops to rest they fire and attack and scream and destroy instead of noticing there are others.
And children giggle yards away, running to be in her arms and rivers answer her request to flow.
And hips dance better than ever and some women love and others resent her only to make it so the men who love them must hide their love.
And gray eagle feathers appear in her hair and lines on her face show how many times she’s found a smile.
Sometimes stagnant, standing deep in tears she fleetingly feels it was all for naught. She has little in the bank on paper but she has helped build the bank & the teller says she’s lovely.
And she makes love over and over with Liberty and Justice for All.
And she prepares and walks into hatred and fight and some who sit alone on mountains say how beautiful the world is with her living.
And she just can’t bear to walk in AGAIN and she reads of four million hungry children at home and she gets up.
And some say she’s sick and it’s her fault that others do not respond. Just because she’s the one standing there and they’re looking for a target.

If no one stands there, who changes it?
And the weight of wrath makes her furious as they make more wrath and banter and talk in clicks while children stay hungry and people need shelter and the spirit of North America withers.
And the ‘Justice’ system bows to the fierce and deeply wounded who decimate our schools and places of healing.
And it tramples the gentle who walk the balance and provide our food because it’s easier to belittle the gentle than heal the tyrant.
And we make love over and over with Liberty and Justice for All and add Love Eternal.

I have felt the underneath, ugly side of the United States of America the Great.
Part is aching and viscous and bleeding and lost and void of the sacred which makes us strong.
And it cuts welfare and tightens its fat belt and steps on the backs of its own children, digging into their flesh for economic reasons.
And they grow to teenagers and pick up arms and people ask why?
And we make love over and over with Liberty and Justice for All and send Love Eternal.
And we wait
And Native Americans wait forever, it seems,
for a glance from the giant.
For the look that says, finally,
that I know we are here because of
love.