What It Really Is
For all you name callers and labelers,
You conservatives and neo liberals,
All you Democrats and Republicans and
Tea partiers with no tea to toss;
All the designated cosignatories you sign onto rather than call this pathology
What it really is:
It lives inside the soul
Inside of that
Copper metal horse and murderer;
That bald headed,
White feathered eagle
Flying high and around
That dark blue sky.
That two winged scavenger with its left and right wings.
White stars casting light
Red blood stained
Stripes of your heritage,
Bombs bursting in air.
That is the only label that fits.
That is your indelible signature.