Lost MittensA Poem by Steven SzepietowskiWhen asked by the reporter, the michigander only replies, "There's nothing left for us here..."
Oh Michigan! Your woes lay
Behind, and yet so far ahead Our once huddled masses Now leave few behind for better fortune I hope they find it And yet we were tricked (twice!) By a Canadian no less (no offense) Do we not fancy ourselves A part of the great northern? And we are, Wilderness and nature once abounding But much is now missing Our water dilapidated by pollutants Now turning these lakes Into sludge, murky and low Our trees felled by borers From another land With no mercy And the rest industries lay barren Astranged from our past So our supportive companies Can still stand NAFTA for the greater good And cut out the heart Of an already sinking ship But I dont see CEOs taking a cut Fight on Gettleberg, Union folk You shall be prophets warning The philistines- Or the last martyrs for For a nationalist American cause Yes, preach to those turncoats Among us In every Nissan, Subaru, or Toyota owner driving 'round the big 7 The Guillable, Chumped by Quality issues Made decades ago It does make a difference Plaster your bumper stickers March against your makers Show somebody still Stands for something Hope for the lost souls of Jackson Of Flint, Sterling Heights, St. Johns, River Rouge, The list infinite The Shattered lives Invisible Weep for those whose Strength carries them away For they will not return this lifetime Oh Michigan! Our gauntlet Lays before us And let us pray We are not too blind And weak To make it through. © 2008 Steven SzepietowskiReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 26, 2008 AuthorSteven SzepietowskiFraser, MIAboutRaindrops on roses and soft wollen mittens... The Pagemaster's AIM- stephenshrugged Yahoo!- stephenshruggedalittle more..Writing |