Ghazal for America

He holds his kid close on the boat to America,

says, “We’ll all be safe when we land in America”

You put your hand on your heart and say what you

know, go on and recite your prayer to America.

They never tell you in songs and in chants, the

nation’s divisible. There’s two sides in America.

A man spews hatred from the platform and has the

balls to say “We can become great again, America.

It all ends with silence hung in the air, noose

around neck, the final prayer for America.

So from me to whomever, I say so sincerely:

please, let’s do better. We fucked up, America.