Foundations

Foundations

Stuck between a silver cap and a concrete foundation.

Powerless to change anything I remain waving for a seemingly powerless nation. 

Day by day, I rise and fall finding myself surrounded by people who are missing a calling of greatness. 

Tangled in a mess of entertainment and argumentative spirits, they fail to see that we are losing what has made us strong.

Togetherness.

My dwelling place should be at the top. For I have stars and stars belong in the sky, and they remind us of the heavens and the goals to which humankind aspires.

Yet I fail to see it.

Instead I find myself..... half mast.

On those days I remind those of suffering. 

If I had hands they would be stained red, but instead I have stripes.

Clay red beyond natural pigmentation, ruined by misguided minds. While arguments reign, so do the bullets.

Our young run with passion yet; we have created a world for the passionless.

Instead we focus on money and success.

Our worth determined by wealthiness instead of believing in the God given gift of  worthiness.

Yet I can do nothing.

Can you?

Dear sir, can you?

Madame, can you?

You have hands, surely it can be you.

Surely you change the situation.

Surely you can change our nation.

Or are those hands just for bringing me back down?

Stuck between a silver cap and a concrete foundation.