My country, ’tis of thee,
Fractured and broken,
of thee I mourn.
My neighbors do not fly our nation’s flag alone.
With it they flew the banner of a tyrant.
Now both flags are gone and the trucks
with decals of the confederacy are parked
backed into their driveways.
They, like the insurgents before them,
They are not changed but are hidden...
again, and are waiting to strike.
Our father’s God to Thee,
Author of liberty for some,
But certainly not for all.
A constitution written with blood and hope
fell far short and tells a story of hypocrisy.
Our dark secret is fear of dark people;
their bodies broken for generations,
then exploited and violated,
lied to and devalued,
now brutalized on
The fear is as unacknowledged as it is deep.
So the dissonant undercurrent of rage has
replaced loss of dominance in language of
the oppressed oppressor,
the wronged injurer,
the aggrieved master.
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love.
Except that the land is not ours.
It was appropriated by our forbearers.
Its noble free were subjects of genocide.
Its builders were slaves not compensated.
Our Exceptionalism does not brook with
humility, or apology, or reparation.
Looking into this dark glass makes us dizzy.
Liberty, democracy, freedom, abundance
are words that drop away when a
a dominant culture is threatened.
Then authoritarianism is preferred to
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Long gone is reason.
It left, riding on the back of truth.
Enemies are everywhere because fear reigns.
Conspiracy rules because lies are our currency.
Lawmakers will not enforce the law because power
is more important than governance or welfare or decency.
Walls for borders.
Pollution in the service of economy.
Children torn away from their families.
White bodies coddled when breaking the law.
Bodies of color beaten when protesting mass murder.
Great God our King!
Clovice A. Lewis, Jr.
Lady Gaga, Amanda Gorman, Jennifer Lopez, Biden's speech... I have been crying all day. Spontaneous tears long after the fact continue to fog my eyes. The cumulative trauma of the Trump era catches me in waves, culminating with the final, insane insult. "This is my flag. My Capitol. My Country. My opinion. My government. HOW DARE YOU!", I scream at the phantom play-actors of insurrection. Heal? Yes. First, we have some accounting to attend to. Without that, white supremacy absent laws and consequences will win.
This day has dawned on a better America awakened in the beauty of all its citizens' contributions. This is a new day. Thank God!!
About this blog.
This blog is a place where many of the confluences of my life can be shared. I am, at the core, a creative person. I approach everything from that basis... whether composing symphonies, playing the cello, being a serial entrepreneur, writing sermons and essays, flying airplanes, or creating software apps. I am deeply passionate about creativity, issues of social justice, and spiritual enrichment. These are fundamental to everything I do. Welcome to my journey!