A Yankee Rainbow

T’is the land where dreams are made,

A reason enough to bring on my brigade.

A baby on board and a long haul flight,

The luggage, by no means light.

We called the Empire State our home,

I for once, quit on my career and chrome.

This is heaven on Earth, I believed,

Missing my family was the only thing I grieved.

A decade of living in the land of dreams,

My reasons have all but lost it's steam.

What are we to say of the matter,

If all that’s around is nothing but clutter.

People are but just colors - black, white, and brown,

“I can’t breathe” humanity murmured with a frown.

Over two hundred school shootings in a decade,

Still ‘nada’ on giving gun laws a parade.

‘Active shooter’ drills at schools are in order,

Metal detectors and armed security on charter.

The bravery of the class teacher might decide,

The safe exit of my child if luck downslide.

Ail we shall until a cure is found,

Because the wound is deep and profound.

Fear is what gets many a guns drawn,

Lives lost, clearly no brain behind the fake brawn.

Open your heart, be it red or blue,

For our progeny looks up at you.

Think of this country as your own family,

Then maybe you can spot the anomaly.

The land that welcomed one and all,

Did not differentiate on hues, if history I recall.

Scream for equality and rights, I will,

For no voice seeking justice be deemed too shrill.