Our Country is Rotting.

We did a project with some political poetry in my Critics of Society class today, and I produced this poem out of the thoughts those poems produced. I like the result if not a little drab.

The cities are dirty

Running red with murder

Delivered in cold blood

And graffiti

 

Smoke hazed clouds

Collect over hesitant small towns

Ignorance the best policy in a

One horse town like this

 

I’m sure you will have something to say

When rough city boys

Deflower your little sisters

 

RED

The color of curbs

Flames

That engulfs your exploding city

With your own hate

 

WHITE

Like snow mixed with

Ash

A blanket around pale bodies

In the dead of winter

 

BLUE

As light on the bottom of the ocean

A color the sky is working to forget

And don’t forget the pants that plaster her

Thighs

Leaving indigo ink tints on concrete

 

How can you look me in the

           Eyes

And not tell me

Our country is rotting

 

The mold in the subway station

Picture perfect and matching

The dirt engulfing your mind

Carving away

The enamel of your teeth

 

With green greedy giants

Looking down

On the wet cold noses

Of your starving children

 

Lady Liberties not pretty anymore

 

All suited up in her best pollution

Scum collecting around the shorelines of her feet

Wearing a carbon crown

 

Don’t shoot the child

Tell me

Whose untouchable now

           U.s.a

Author's Note

Everything here is Intentional.

Reviews

[DrD]

As an expatriate who read the signs years ago, I especially appreciated this work.

[Steven Cash]

I think it's powerful

We are in a bad state. And it's no particular party or president's fault

[kera moondust]

I completely agree. It's just our country. Not really any person in particular it's a joint effort from everyone that's rotting out country.