I am a torn canvas,
A drunk, throwing up on the steps of the Capitol Building
I am the masses,
Yawning at pleading politicians
I am the rule to the exception
Marking my ballot while my unborn children hold me at gunpoint
I am the one on the candidates’ right shoulder
Injecting needle after needle till the stench of hubris clothes them
I am proud to suffer and to triumph
To kill and to be killed
I am Germania and Uncle Sam
Enemy and Friend
Running into the unknown