How many of their dominoes
Need to fall
Before ours begin
To budge at all
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Having cleared the woods
Lost
I’ve stumbled unto
A plot of land
A bone garden
Tombstones
In full bloom
America is the main character and narrator in this Poe-m, and the arms it finds itself in in the end are back into Freedom’s.
…the shot heard ‘round the world and started the American rEvolution
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Auntie Fay
What in the world are you burning
Auntie Fay
Your action’s beyond disconcerting
To start your fire
Said you had gotten free wood
Not the wood for free
As assumed understood
Not the wood for free
But in fact, it’s free wood
From the Liberty Tree
And you’re up to no good
Wake up sleeping bear
Wake up
Under masks that they wear
But they are the virus
Trying to divide
The U.S. from all of us
Wake up sleeping bear
Wake up
Don’t be an armchair patriot
Shouting at the TV
Watching America get attacked
Time to keep this country
Before we have to take it back
It’s time to stand
It’s time to act
Say no to fading fields of blue
…When all that’s right
Turned upside-down
A smile upright
Becomes a frown
Don’t like it great?
Vote for the clown
But you’ll have to remind him
Why he’s around
Don’t ask him why
He can’t explain
Why insanity reigns…
Why freedom’s in chains
Tonight I saw
Freedom in chains…
How much are you willing to pay for freedom?
This sad joke will never end
Their fat lady
Doesn’t even know how to sing
Can’t hold a note
Or carry a tune
But a grand façade
Much more her thing
God help us
Need a miracle
Gotta teach that girl to sing
Take the beaten horse out back
And put an end to this whole thing
Said a prisoner in reply…
Are you so close to the forest
That you can’t see the trees
Have you lost sight of what it means
To be living truly free
It’s all about perspective. Well, here is mine.
This seems to be a lot of our country right now...ungrateful.
Honor and learn from the blood trees. Don't cut them down.
I read that a Bluebird is blind to the color blue. Whether that is true or not is grey, however the thought of it as true blue led to this poem.