America

Thu, 03/09/2017 - 23:41 -- DeBrock

America

 

Have we got what we sought out—

Have we deafened our ears—

Have we defended with honor—

Have we lasted the years?

 

Learned to love and learned to hate,

We learned to love two soul-mates,

With adoration and tattered bone,

The man she sought after lived alone.

 

Champagne glasses and masses of,

Seraphs that do fly above,

Look and see the light pouring out,

Of the lover’s mouth, like of a spout.

 

The lucidity was thrown out of the gate,

The Broken people that reside upstate,

Of New York where wanderers roam,

Hermitage is best; oh! to live alone!

 

But there is not much that I can say,

For all my words just melt away,

Peel back the ribcage that doth hold,

The other’s lungs inside their mold.

 

Full of decay and debris they are,

Full of currency and posh small cars,

The brittle bones that build her up,

Fill this nation’s silver cup.

 

The country is scarred, but it will stand,

It will thrive and feed from the people’s hand.

Though maybe broken, she is strong,

She demands right when she does much wrong.

 

The spirit of love presses through,

The rubbish of this world, and the rubbish of you,

But we are so distracted by external shells,

We cannot see where its spirit dwells.

 

Alone in the darkest place she is,

A subtle, somewhat sickly kiss,

A love that she shared with her mother,

Is not shared, not with another.

 

Have we got what we sought out—

Have we deafened our ears—

Have we defended with honor—

Have we lasted the years—

To two extremes, the sky’s full of love—

He is not here, but look above—

All that thrives on this ground is hate—

This is your world, America the great.

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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