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May 30
poem challenge: Great Poets
Sawyer Fell

Truth

"America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing."
     - "America", Allen Ginsberg

When the calamity reaches its culmination,
and space-bound aluminum coffins are rife with bodies
like ours, will we wonder how our livestock created
isolated labels to our detriment? Seven worlds separated,
yet our nation united under (one) God, but when God speaks
all that comes out are holy (nuclear) verses.
Under these phrases we educate our youth, they are
ordered to be the embodiment of nationalist bald eagles.
We become little toy soldiers puppeted by His divine hands. 
Red lipstick stains, white pure skin and blue jeans.
“We the people” are blinded by Slater's industrial smog. 
“We the people” allow our men, our people, other humans
to be used as targets. Fathers teaching their young boys
to shoot at burlap potato sacks and bean cans in backyards. 
Young boys seeking a future in family and BBQ greetings
turned into veteran men drowning in booze-scented memories.
A pledge of allegiance to a facade, basic rights for only
those who can afford such rights. “Indivisibly” we stand, still
divided by lines, segregated by rooted monochromatic laws. 
What one may call my affliction, I claim is my attribute.
Lady Liberty is watching with a sagging smile, dragged
from the unbalanced weight of Lady Justice’s scale which
holds the pride and (more so) pain inflicted by our country's
founders who paved the road for our country’s successors. 
The American dream passion seized by the corruption
of pruned men filled with cupidity for indomitable power. 
A doomed population at the very least, and while the 
aristocracy benefits from proletariats extinction 
(knowing the wealthy can live yet will not thrive) 
the races will continue to run on.
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Posted: 05.30.21
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i have a vision of what i want to do but the picture is too blurry and i can never remember to clean my glasses.
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  1. Yellow Sweater
    May 30, 2021

    So. Powerful. The Ginsburg quote at the beginning was very appropriate and added a whole other dimension. I actually see a lot of Ginsburg in this. Are you reading him? I just read an interesting poem of his called: "A Super Market in California" and "Howl" is one of my all time favorites.

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  1. Sawyer Fell
    May 30, 2021

    Ah, thank you!!! ^^ I actually wrote this for a project I had done on him for my English class. Ginsberg has always been a favorite prior to the project. I've always been extremely inspired by the candor in his writing. I've read through most of his poems and adore the latter, however "America" is my most recent favorite.

    i have a vision of what i want to do but the picture is too blurry and i can never remember to clean my glasses.

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