King George
will tax us once again
with foreign war,
with young men dead
and widows full of woe.
children lying in the street
that do not breathe,
shattered families
and ruined lives,
the legions far from home
pelted with sticks and stones.
and yes, evil men deposed
and all their works gone with them,
yes I know King George,
but it doesn’t make me any happier.
And now,
cameras in the candelabra,
and in the dark buildings just across the street;
I’m afraid the tv’s staring back at me
what would old Ben think?
I’m living in the edges of the dream,
the empty corners with the dust
I do the things I must,
but not with any joy.
I’m everyman and not a man at all.
I’m who they blame when they’re not right,
I’m the piece that didn’t fit,
the jack of hearts but not the king.
I am the reason the rules will not work,
I am an American.
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Written July 29th, 2003
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OH YES! Brilliant write. It realli makes you stop and think! I love the last two lines . . . they fit . . . and yes . . . We are the reasons the rules won't work . . . but still . . . I am proud to be an American.
I hope you are as well!
Keep penning . . . keep sharing . . . and much luck to you in any and all future poetic ventures!
Maggie -
very good
I enjoyed it. I think it pointed out some pretty interesting things, with wit and courage. Keep up the good work. We love to see it. -
Excellent. You really hit on society and the fears as well as hatred today.
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Bravo!! Bravo!! This is a great piece of poetry here. I really liked the last stanza. It really summed it up perfectly.
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Mary Anne -
You realise of course you are now on the anti-American list, tucked away in a little secret folder, and that every drip of paint you watch dry is being analyzed. Just in case!
J. -
Oh, now I am gaining insight into your comment "we are sometimes on the same page". woo hoo new fave to the list. Thankyou.
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The last word in technology – the first in social clarity,
More murders than a third world hole, yet many caring for the soul,
All the rights that you could ever need – yet many without a decent feed,
The glory of the might yank – another little jerk that no-one thanked,
Do not do as I did or can… for I am just an American!
(We’ll the new settler version… we keep the real ones in cages and pay to view.)
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i liked this very much, and while I am not american(guess someone has to be,,lol) you fill my head with these sad images and I feel pain in my heart. its a very moving poem
Silver -
bam
Bam! I especially like the last stanza, it just puts the cherry on top. Very visual.
Keep Feelin' Fascination,
~Tiffany~
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