Our Country is Rotting.

Our Country is Rotting.

A Poem by kera moondust

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



The color of curbs


That engulfs your exploding city

With your own hate



Like snow mixed with


A blanket around pale bodies

In the dead of winter



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


Leaving indigo ink tints on concrete


How can you look me in the


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


© 2012 kera moondust

Author's Note

kera moondust
Everything here is Intentional.

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

Posted 8 Years Ago

I think it's powerful

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

Posted 8 Years Ago

kera moondust

8 Years Ago

I completely agree. It's just our country. Not really any person in particular it's a joint effort f.. read more

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Added on October 24, 2012
Last Updated on October 24, 2012
Tags: politics, children, homeless, hopeless, sick, red, white, blue, america, lady liberty, pollution, dirt, scum, city's, towns


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