Choking on America We the people We the people want our say in America Wailing blackbirds haunting notes Waiting for the song Waiting for the song Trees weeping under turbulent winds and torrent rains Bending bodies burden and stretched on a sad song Melody unfurled with anguish hollowed out pain We the people Want to sing America Crashing voices against amber red brown hues Wading in the deepest water While drowning beloved Waiting for a song Waiting for a song Open our eyes with new lies We the people We the people want our say in America Want to sing America Caught in our throats Choked on words Caged blackbirds…