inauguration...

[witty_apologies]

cold empty promises
in a heartfelt, scripted speech.
call upon the yesteryears of glory
that now seem so far away.

but i doubt, mr. bush,
if we've ever been free.
we just pretended.
and chose not to see.

fuck me and my american ignorance.
my white priviledge
that gives me the right not to see.
that is what made me vulnerable.
not some axis of tyranny.

when the towers fell,
i figured it out.
this pain, this tragedy
is the rest of the world's every day.
my god (not your god, but mine).
my god. the agony.

i listen to your words
watch as they (and yr smirk)
lull the public to complacency.
four more years.
and then hopefully,
some how, some way.
a way out.