Poetry

America the brave, America the beautiful;
freedom’s homeland. Is this not
the land where our fathers died? The land
of the pilgrim’s pride?
What the hell is she doing
getting hammered with Slander and Hatred?
Our father’s blood replenishes this land, but still
Jealousy and Self-pity still get center stage. Fuck
race, religion, speech, pride, she says. Go ahead,
believe what you want,
say what you want,
feel what you want.
But be sure to hate your neighbors because they don’t agree
with the way you chose to live in
this
small-minded,
tunnel-visioned,
insect existence.
That’s how the world goes ‘round, yes?
I’ll respond to her obsidian whispers
deep in that tortured soul, but only once. Listen up.
If you can’t stand the color of my skin… buy a blindfold because I promise
we all sound human in the dark.
I heard Tolerance jumped Freedom in the back alley. Respect, kindness, and patience all got in on the goods.
This, dear friends, is the sweet land of liberty. The only way to make Freedom
ring her bell right? Join
together… black, white, gay, straight, one and all.
Show
the world we are not
slaves to Prejudice, not now, never again. We all
have one thing in common; we are free,
we are American
and America is Freedomland.