America

give me

your

tired

your poor

your huddled masses

words

forgotten

somewhere there is a man

lying

on

the

floor

dispossessed

misbegotten

I can see

I can see very well

the darker currents

that make up a nation's hell

and dark indeed the river beneath

a

sickness

of soul

a history

bequeathed

the swastika speaks

i know it in my blood

bleeding hearts will seek

I see

a storm

I see

a

flood

a Confederate culture

never

corrected

where a statue

to liberty

was once

erected

Life

Liberty

Freedom of Speech

hold these things

sacred

while

we may

while a nation

stained in blood

grasps

the future

in broken hands

and

weeps

Author's Note

Gonna lose some people with this one...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so much we did NOT learn from history.
All of that past is what this nation ended up being built upon but somehow the structure is very tall now but it is leaning precariously.
this is so good, John.
j.

[John Sullivan]

Thanks, Jacob. Dark days I fear...