Still America

Still America

A Poem by Gedalya

A short poem from August 2013.

Oh, America, how my weak limbs have ached!
Yet, you repay my sweat with dirt and mildew.
Oh, land of liberty, for you these bones break!

Cold beings stand with outstretched arms, mouths agape,
Choking on words; out of breath and turning blue.
No longer shall blasphemous words escape.

Oh, America, how my body has bled!
Even now, when we are behind all nations.
Slow with age, Yes, for only you these tears shed!

We aspire for greatness, yet only transgress.
We set boundaries, dream up expectations,
Intangible; these ghosts are all we caress.

Oh, America, how my body is scarred!
Still, you say: ‘Now, move forward, my little pawns’
Oh, dammed in misery, all my hope seems barred!

Politics working in veil, molding the cast.
Never evaluating the pro’s and con’s,
So this stage, repeats. . . horrid scenes from the past.

© 2014 Gedalya

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It's real. It's raw. I love it

Posted 9 Years Ago

I'm feeling the words, well written and articulated. I understood it......and that's great.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on January 24, 2014
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