
So official
Telling you exactly what it is
But does it really?

Our flag waving proudly above all
Eagle watching over
Casting off a sense of
Strength
Confidence
Security

Now pride and patriotism
All these symbolic American Buildings
All within a photograph of each other

The last glimmer of sun
Illuminating precisely what it chooses
Above all the surrounding edifices
Is this she chosen
Or simply lucky to be strategically
Catching the sun’s final bow?

Looking at the severe contrast
Standing in the same spot
Just catching a different angle
Not quite the threatening security
Of its neighboring White House
Maybe it should be called the Grey House
Because things never seem to be so pristine and white
When dealing with this jaded building

Along with the columns
One thing remains constant
A sense of regality that lends fear
Intimidation

The nonchalance of the guard
still instills unease in the spirits of passerbyers
Am I doing something wrong?
Did I zoom in a little to close?
How many hidden cameras are there actually?
All quite unnerving when commuting around the city
Someone/thing always seeing and recording your actions

Always seeming to say stop you
With an upheld hand
From when to cross a street
To what you can say

But is it fair?
You can say what they find acceptable,
But they blur the facts
What is actually going on
All to be reelected, promoted, favored
All this encompassed in these
Blurred windows
Silhouettes invisible
But not absent
Even as night falls
And everyone goes home

Walking out of the golden glow

Like the future buds on these bare limbs
You know there are people here
But they are only visible when
The sun is shining
When the going is good
And tough questions are forgotten

The contradiction, is it day or night
The sky argues day
The hopeful, glowing light counters with night
Because isn’t it easier to live under the disguise of darkness?
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