For You And MeA Poem by Amber KonevalIn response to American isolationism"This land is your land this land is my land No, Not the same land get behind the lines I've drawn I'm not going to say please and I'm not going to say it again This land is my land so kindly f**k off. I'm too busy building my borders to hear your pleading So shut your foreign mouth I don't understand your gibberish and its too much work for me to understand So, if you please, put some tape over your mouth before I boot you back to poverty. Thank you ever so much." Is this what we've come to? Ringing around the rosy with a pocket full of bombs stacking up the jenga blocks beneath the feet of hicks with guns its open-human season If they can't prove that their mother squeezed them out while watching football and gobbling apple pie Shoot 'em, or test 'em, Whichever kills their spirit first. Instead of teaching our children about the world we teach the world that the only people getting anything are our children which, attempts at self-preservation aside, is not only selfish- its stupid how long do we think we can play this waiting game with the rest of the world? placing our children in bubbles while the world shoots up like angry dandelions spreading their wishes to the wind so desperately that they'll get farther to spite our bullshit leaving us behind in our glass houses how long do you really think we can stand alone? alone is an illusion created by people who want to take the glory of others all for themselves because they'll never be good enough to match them. so care for your own good I know that sounds quite selfish but I'm so tired of appealing to better natures that were never nurtured that I'm going to go blue in the face but I know I can appeal to your greed American dream, right? The strength of a people is measured by its weakest member we are the People of Earth we are weakening ourselves If we can't bring ourselves to change this genocide of dreams for their sakes then do it for your own Because a dream killed, is a generation massacred. Fortune may favor the bold,
but preservation favors the cooperative. © 2012 Amber KonevalAuthor's Note
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Added on October 21, 2012 Last Updated on October 21, 2012 Tags: patriotism, social justice, immigration, country, America, USA AuthorAmber KonevalCOAboutAMBER KONEVAL is a college student in Denver, Colorado double majoring in English and Religious Studies. She is slated to graduate in December of 2013. Her poetry has appeared in such print.. more..Writing
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