### American Revolution

Hashtag###  Refugees

(After the American Revolution)

She quietly inquired if any

Apartments were available

For rent

She looked tired 
Older than

her years,

Probably another of the new

Refugees from

Across the border.

The trickle was getting more 

Flood proportion as people left

As they could.

I directed her up the stairs

To the office.

Coming down she looked 

Defeated

like she had walked those

Stairs many times before. 

Her story sad,

Not unique any more

The middle class had been 

Shrink wrapped

And freeze dried,

Her words.

A former journalist who spoke

The truth.

Her home town looked

Like a third world

Grave yard

Desolate, war-torn

Forgotten,

Out-sourced,

Down trodden.

She had been mugged 

By a 15 year old

With a hand gun

She had given up then

On a generation of decay

Privlidge with decadence

Poverty with shame.

Politicians hypnotized with

False hopes

Truth was dead

No fact checking

Social media said it all.

There were hollow cries

For bank reform

The rich laughed,

“The buck stops here.”

It started in our own

Country when elections

Were won on fear

And peace keepers were

Replaced with front line

Soldiers

Not the only traveller 

“Give me your huddled masses”

Discrimination legalized

Refugees crossed the bridge 

In numbers

After the riots of ”17”

Police shots kids

The reverse was true.

Corporations paid even less tax

The survivalists shot to kill

Is that a gun 

In your purse lady?

“America, where a cop shoots a guy

in the back and plants a weapon on him

on video and we’re like asking,

‘Is he gonna get convicted?’ ”

I fear to tred

After the Revolution.