America is like a big family
everyone is eternally
in the living room
in their pajamas
fighting or loving (as siblings)
offering snacks and yelling at each other
with our nightcaps on.
Within the walls of the House,
the Empire
the Ordained Land (the Living Room)
we open our mouths wide
and eat popcorn all
the day long
and offer salt or sugar to our brother.
We lounge and lunge
in the Living Room
and progress and grow in bloody
Union
while the world listens with a cup
to the Wall
upon our family drama.
The fireplace is blazing
and some get cold, and some get hot
there is one room
for all the Children
some have snow veins and
others Savanna blood
and others hail from Aztec trenches.
We fight over the remote
and Monopoly
while worlds judge us
in quiet solidarity
we rage on in our own
company
donning sweatpants and
Capitalism Caps.
America is in the Living Room
and we share
the nation’s house.
Many walls are mending
punched in by brothers
in the teenage years.
The kitchen was remodeled,
the foundation
remains the same.
Our parents grey and greying
watch us
in the yard
we have big plans a coming.
We bother all our neighbors
with our porch talk
of freedom
of franchise
as blood we play and pull
each other’s hair.
America is in the Living Room
we are a workin’
in the House
we ride banana bikes and
balance beams
and pinch each other
where it hurts.
We are creating family
out of nothing
a Living Room
amid the Western Dust
Foster Children seeking
refuge
and reward
we carry on
throughout the blood.
The Sky looks down
into our humble Home
we have a many scarlet sins.
but no one ever made a House
a Living Room
with so many different
kids.