This time

This time

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder

This time
there will be
no Lees or Grants,
no Stonewall Jacksons,
no desertion,
no flogged backs;
no swastikas,
no flags,
no pentagrams
atop eye-holed hats;
no Gettysburgs,
no Shermans,
no gallant rants
Of four score, seven years ago;
Atlanta won’t just burn,
America will.
There’ll be
no Appomattox,
no last stand,
no Staten Island;
Death will be called
Freedom;
A lack of food will be
the feeding trough
at Antietam;
And Satan will stand
Naked before God,
Screaming,
“Gimme all you got!”
And I’ll make’em
Bleed, son.

© 2018 Maxwell Ryder


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Staten Island has turned into an overcrowded hell of its own if you're talking about the same place I am. I find it funny you should mention it in this.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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6 Years Ago

An overcrowded hell. Then I got lucky. It’s a choke point then. Thank you for sharing this insider.. read more

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