The Unraveling…

unraveling… unraveling… unraveling, frayed

A once proud nation bowed ‘neath hate

poor brown refugee babes’ cagèd fate

…stolen from pleading mothers’ arms

for believing America’s charms

all meaning now lost in that flag…

Liberty’s steel skin reduced to slag

unraveling… unraveling… unraveling peace

Old Glory’s red, white, and blue spoiled

unraveling… before our eyes soiled

Poisoning our land and our air

Sowing seeds of impending despair

Reaping humanity’s demise

demonizing the words of the wise

unraveling… unraveling… unraveling love

All meaning stretched to fit

an unconstitutional remit.

Suppressing the majority…

“We the People” -- no priority

…stolen voices of the nation

rendered perfidy’s coronation

unraveling… unraveling… unraveling, hope

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Love this: "All meaning stretched to fit" . . . I'm so sick of listening to constant distortions, I quit my satellite TV a few months ago & life has been much better for me. Your poem expresses so much of the same hopelessness I was feeling when I decided to unplug from the despair. Looking at the greater scheme of things, freedom & democracy (this problem is thru-out the democratic civilizations, not just USA) have had much worse threats & survived. I believe we need a kick in the butt to remind us not to be apathetic about what makes our countries great (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you. I certainly hope people wake up and realize the world cannot continue as it's going now.

I couldn't disconnect like that. As I see it, the world is no less at risk now than in WWII. Indeed, the threat, in my estimation, is greater. Not only is democracy under fire, but the survival of humanity itself is at risk. The same people who are tearing down democracies around the world are the same people who are denying climate change and the very real immediate threat it poses to our human ecology.

I'm sick and disabled; my time is probably not several more decades – but my son is only fifteen. Disconnecting, for me, would be hiding myself while an intruder went after him. My son is the reason for my writer-activism. He is why I cannot disconnect. It's his life and future at risk.

[barleygirl]

When I was responding to your poem, I was thinking -- you must be a mom & that makes everything different for you. I did not have kids & I am not close to any kids, so I can be selfishly glad that I won't be around to watch this train wreck (I'm 63 & not at all sad to be almost done with this planet, altho I despair its demise) . . .

[MomzillaNC]

I understand how you feel.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

No doubt this country is unraveling... but I will hold onto frays of hope util my last heartbeat.

I loved your no holds bar approach in describing our country's dilemma.

[MomzillaNC]

Thanks so much, Dale. I love your response: "I will hold onto the frays of hope [until] my last heartbeat."