Wachet Auf!A Poem by Austin_MeehanWachet Auf! An ignorant grasp is something like, A disapproving glance, Before you can run off, But they reach out, With that ignorant grasp, That sweet soothing rasp. They have you in such a tight clasp, That your lungs are squeezed and there is no room to breathe. You gasp, Break free and seeth. Their voices, no matter how evil, Will always pull you back and turn you around, “We give back to those in need!” They say these things while everybody is clashing, People are slashing, While those billionaires are cashing, The big check from their Wall Street job. The world is full of liars, They are the American Dream, But most of us know by now, That it is people like you that killed it. And a dope delivery, You also killed the idea of chivalry. The 1 percent who own more than their share, Treat men like me, Almost as if we are no more than garbage. We say this is unfair, We write our mournful songs. Wachet Auf! Oh I voted for some change, And now it’s all I got in my coat pocket, Besides my hands, and this silly little locket. But hey, now that I am oh so broken down, This would be a good time, To mention that the beautiful ol’ crown, Will always be in the hands, Of the richest man in the land. The American Dream is dead, And it has been for a long time. It is gone, And I didn’t write a song, I wrote about an ignorant grasp, And a faithful contradiction, That the American Dream hasn’t died. © 2018 Austin_MeehanFeatured Review
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