Foreigners

Foreigners

A Poem by Ink

There is no American Dream
But maybe if we bang our heads
Against this ceiling long enough
We can scrounge up a living in the dent we made
While the crumbling paint and plaster 
Powder our face white

© 2015 Ink


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Harsh realities of this world - very good! There is no dream in Britain either or anywhere else, all grand illusions. There are things that are worth something, but you have to spend a long time looking.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Hello Ink,

Nice little poem, good contrast between dream and harsh reality. Good balance between the cynical and the positive.

Regards, Sesame

@followsesame on Twitter
www.themagiccave.com

Posted 8 Years Ago


this is metaphorically intense...that crumbling paint and plaster, sort of like our crumbling society...
and we are left in a deteriorating room of broken dreams barely eeking out an existence.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Added on May 22, 2015
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