NAFTA

NAFTA

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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It matters not to me the end nor to what ailment I succumb Just shine a star to guide my life help those in need to not grow numb

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I have wondered on life's purpose 

through blinding sun in bad weather

Thought upon gods great mysteries

me, myself, yes we, together

 

Hope and Love have took turns in life

each led me up every hill

Hope gave me the strength to live

Love kept me warm in winters chill

 

I am fortunate as a man

to have come to this place so far

To weather life's uncounted storms

and sail through with nary a scar

 

Sometimes I think we try to fix

what we as men think is broken

Only to find that in the end

the true needs will go unspoken

 

It matters not to me the end

nor to what ailment I succumb

Just shine a star to guide my life

help those in need to not grow numb

 

We say that what doesn't kill you

will strengthen both you and your clan

I think I'd rather be naive

than to aspire to a tougher man

 


Hopelessness "Imported from Detroit."




Why do we think we can solve the worlds problems?

We need to solve our own.









© 2016 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
We should all open our eyes to the truths of life. Just a thought Americans make up about 1/23rd of the worlds population. So we are 1 out of 23 people in the planet. Yet we have 1/5th in other words 1out of five people in jail around the world are jailed here. We incarcerate 5 times more people than any other industrialized nation. It should not be a crime to be poor. Though it is our shame as a nation.

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Oh Tate, now come on! This was marvelous.. The words, music, darn man! There wasn't a thing I didin't love about this piece.. By far you are the one thing that makes me feel your words like liquid velvet that runs across my thoughts. You, my dear, dear, friend, are a natural born writer. it is in your very essence, in your blood!

Hugs,
Maggie xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I havent much of a thought out comment, but I can appreciate your expression. Pride can be a distraction for man, we are blind some times, or perhaps too often. You write well Tate.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank you shaun It is a sad testament to our time that those with the most notice not those with the.. read more
Shaun Payton

10 Years Ago

It sure is a selfishness for the ages
Hope has a way of leaving town when life continues to drain into the pockets of the MAN. My dear friend grew up in the big "D" and it hurts like hell to see what has happened over the years, what has been allowed to happen. It's going to to take a lot more than the efforts of those like the Flogging Molly. They hit it on the nail when they said, "the lights have gone out of the working class.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Oh yeah it is a dead city . All that is left are those too poor to escape
You write truth here, Tate. Each of us would do well to ask that same blessing - to "shine a star to guide my life..." Then the World would be filled with stars...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Hi Rita So nice of you to come by I am so happy you like this I worried it might be too raw
I love the unselfish thoughts written here Tate. Every verse has a strong message that we would all do well to follow.
Bravo!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

It would be a dream if we all followed our conscience thank you
spoken like a true wise man who imparts insightful ways of living our lives. great job.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank you dear
it is a long road back now Tate, anyone with an ounce of decency knows you are right but the powers that be have a stranglehold.......GREED is the devil in a sharp suit and hunger is something he can feed upon......

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

My apologies dic I am driving and used my phone to answer Marie's review but it posted to yours. I l.. read more
Dr. Wood ?

11 Years Ago

ok tate.........The problem is ingrained across the globe, but America it seems is infected the most
Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Oh yeah we are the sickest of them all by far
Well, I'm not naive any longer, and I'm a lot tougher. And I'm glad.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Marie I hope as a society ewe can survive our callous childhood to become a better place for everyon.. read more
So true Tate ... sometimes we just have to keep our eyes open to the truth ....

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Thank you star we are all having to face a bleak economic outlook
"But college wasn't for some of us so we joined the service" Amen brother. Great poem Tate. One of the best I've read by you I think

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Hi Mark you know we all would do well to think back on the sixties . I think we are forgetting the p.. read more
howdy partner ... a great consciousness raising poem ... that motivates as it teaches ... to say that ... we are more than our baser self ... and we can strive for more. A nice touch ... to sensitivities ...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

thank you tex

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Tate Morgan

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