At once I’m removed and I watch the spectacle.
At once I’m thrown into the storm.
For a moment I’m just a witness of American decay,
until I remember where I was born.
For a second I can laugh at the headline,
or, ashamed and embarrassed, shake my head.
But I’m a character in this story too,
so it’s of my decay that I’ve read.
I’m not an individual
without connections or a cause.
I’m a citizen of a country,
freed, not bound, by laws.
But my leaders craft the spectacle,
and my leaders call the storm.
And though I’m forced to live it,
to its evil I shall not conform.
Ma(’)s Espacio 