Enemy of the people

You told me I was less than you.

Enemy of the people.

You robbed my sun, dimmed my stars, took away my moon.

Left me adrift; I knew not how to sail to the future.

You told me I was less than you.

Brown skin shimmering in the light, dark eyes searching.

I read a poem: Try to praise the mutilated world.

I stood on a bridge between what was and what is.

Between then and now

and what will be…

You told me I was less than you.

I watched a helicopter carry you away; a big man with a little heart.

There are no clouds in the sky today.

Only a distant orb glowing. Bright. Brighter.

You told me I was less than you.

You can come back now, I said to truth.