All over this country,
hunger is at an all-time high,
water is scarce,
hope is dwindling.
All over this country,
imaginations die,
precociousness dies,
despair thrives.
All over this country,
rivers run red with the blood of coyotes.
All over this country,
the skies are clogged
with different categories
of eagles.
All over this country,
everyone wants to see
a symbol of hope…
soaring.
All over this country,
skies are brown with buzzards instead.