A Tale of Two Cities

Mine is a tale of two cities.

Imagine a childhood telephone,

A string stretched between two soup cans,

Except I'm on both ends.

My American Self

Chats with my... Other Self,

Wherever she may be.

I left her floating somewhere over the Atlantic.

America is the daughter of immigrants,

The granddaughter of immigrants,

The cousin,

The sister,

The mother.

America was the Garden of Eden,

A place of refuge and opportunity

For those who didn't have any.

For Other.

Other floats endlessly over the ocean,

Blue above her,

Blue beneath her,

Blues meet one another at the horizon.

They mingle like old friends.

But America burns in a fire of red-hot hate,

A fire that was kindled and cared for

As if it were a child,

It outgrew a home, it massacred its keepers,

Now everything is red, red, red. 

Reviews

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What pay my attention was title. I wonder if this will be good like Charles Dickens. In begging of poem you described lonely life of modern human quiet truthfully from my point of wiev. Yes America was oportunity for new comers from the sea to full fill they dreams and escape to poverty or political opression. This stanza is quiet powerful . At last stanza you show dark side of the spoon. America in rage of hate . This land have lot of dark history from begging until now. But on the end there must be some hope or what will be point of living. Thank you for beautiful and deep poem.

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Thank you very much for your thorough and thoughtful review.

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You welcome.