What Country

What country!

Eyes seeking the weak,
Found the blind.

Searching for sounds of grace,
I heard the bellow of the bully.

Lying eyes everywhere
Drunk on God that is not even god.

Here I am again,
Homeless, rootless.
Not my country, not my home.

Featured image: Untitled by Peter Busa (1957), via Wikiart.org.

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