my nation faces yours

My nation faces yours
in a hail of words.
bullets for syntax,
paraphrase for history,
and all that's left to protect
our skin is false flags bearing
empty emblams.

and you.
and me.
and us.

My nation faces yours
and I am without words
for beauty.

Scarcity dams up the way now.
built from nothing into
something.
bearing fruit from
worn seeds, dropped phrases.
giving life to countries
lost, nationhoods
stung with laughter
and joy.

My nation faces yours
and I am bereft
of weapons.
lay down all
alms
And sleep in the crux
of our song.