F&F

by

founding fathers 
founded war

cents for thoughts
ain't got much

corporate nations
stuffing faces

wide streets
weak knees

wallets drop bombs
to not resolve

 dad tells me to look at pictures
claims this is not my hair
claims I chose a burden
claims my roots are not his

I stand before you
latin and vulnerable
diving into the infinite
unafraid of the fumble

suffering onto none
religious killing for joy
soulful incisions got you paranoid

heaven’s getting older, boys