EMPTY sky,
cold sheets,
dimestore fingerprints,
from your shadow and dreams.

OPEN eyes,
knuckles white,
spirit puppets climbing spiked
fences, and you drinking their drink.

ALLS not well, in this land is your land,
better stock up on water, and put away some
food, then buy a gun for peace.

DAVID GERARDINO

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alls-not-well-in-this-land-is-your-land/