Politically Incorrect

My big white house
with your iron gate,
The tower stands
straight and tall,
and it is all under
the watchful eyes
of our giant.

And the banners
streak the sky,
reflecting red
into blue pools
that spit their
contents into
the open air,
up at the planes.

And the tired woman
sleeps in her tent,
making her point,
until death she
shall remain
on the brick roads,
through sun and snow.

Flashbulbs go off
near the blocked-off
roads like this is
some kind of
press conference.
Not yet, not today.

And the buildings stocked
of artifacts of times of
before, where our lives
were truly as intended,free.
Don't you dare use that word!!
It is politically incorrect.