Perspective

Here I am.
Siting, taxing, relaxing on my chair.
Waiting for Uncle Sam.
To address the mess, pulling his hair.

Take a moment.
Pause the track and ponder on the conflict.
Full of torment.
The American Dream yonder for convicts.

Is that really the truth?
Can't understand why the move.
Walk a thousand miles for a common roof.
Talk, but they block the smiles until you're removed.

So why the voyage.
To collect and connect the coinage.
One bad seed for a spoilage.
A just cause to lose its homage.

Put yourself in the shoes.
Grab a pad and pen to record the clues.
Feel the burden of the social cues.
Disadvantage but still in the queues.

So where's the hurt?
We're all here to work.
We all feel the thirst.
And the sweat dripping down our shirts.

Is it the lack of jobs?
Or the stereotypes to rob?
Consistent trouble for cops?
But who's farming your crops?

Categorized as savage.
But not less than average.
A goal demeaned by the lavish.
No hablo Ingles, only Spanish.

This is nothing new.
A melting pot with another skew.
So what's your view?
Next chef: this will be our stew.

An American raised with respect.
From a different culture, so lets reflect.
No matter what, we're all the same.
Craving for someone to remember our names.

Whatever the motive.
Whatever party you voted.
This land is a locomotive.
Strength in many, promoted.

Sitting on my chair and staring at a screen.
A loose cog writing about the unseen.