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America The Once Beautiful

You stood in the limelight

before a shaft of blazing luminescence

emitted from the zenith positioned

matrix of all energy

The brightness illuminated your

radiant countenance

as blackness enveloped around your

structures as in a early baroque

by Rembrandt

Your form was made from the finest

materials

But your representatives stood in defiance going beyond

their eroded gardens and

trampled vegetation and beast

underfoot; even defecated plutonium

in my backyard

and belched various gases in my face

 

Luxury is still your ideology;

all to sure in obtaining

unlimited resources

You are still heavily consuming

the best

still maintaining the frivolous notion

that all is well

never anticipating

that time passes into the future

 

The shaft of blazing sunlight

has insidiously been replaced

by a blinding interrogation lamp

as darkness licks at your morals

and creeps upon your very being

small cracks are now being discovered upon your once lovely face

 

No longer can you obtain desirous

riches as readily

as options become minimized,

while playing and bullying a winning serious game of monopoly

against poor countries

 

Panic is beginning to take hold

as reality overcomes frivolity

You are starting to run,

you have already left one of your golden combat boots

in Vietnam; later pirated black gold

from Mesopotamia

under perjury and severed our nation with the fascistic sword of xenophobia,

and plundered the spirits, at home, and other innocent minorities unjustly

And nationalised yourself from a continent to an island regressing

into itself; homogenized into exceptionalism and the nervous propagandized

gnashing of Caucasian teeth

 

But doubtless to say

there is no reason

for a prince to save you

because you have gotten too old,

much too corporatised,

too corrupted, too soon, too fast,

YOU MUST SAVE YOURSELF!!

And I know you can

And I know you can

be that lady with that beacon torch of hope...once...again

And whence comes the nourishment of love that flourishes once more...

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Written by
rw-dennen
Published
Jan 3, 2016
Lines·Words
59·318
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Hang strong my many brothers and sisters of the world, we will win, I just know it...take part!!

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