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Feasting on Both Freedom & Liberty


Feasting on Both (Fast Food & Organic) Freedom & Liberty

Fed on a steady diet

Of river rats lashed together

On rafts moaning to escape

Persecution by dictator 

& political factions

'Give me your poor...
Yearning to breathe free...'

Peopled by the under-appreciated
Cast out as slaves by their own
Kings & rulers
'We saved our last monies
For passage to America...'

America is paradise for the persecuted
This stronghold of democracy

Why is it
As Americans,
when we visit
Other countries,
We notice what they DON'T have?

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse
of your teeming shore.
Send these,
the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

They come HERE!

Everybody & everything
We have it all
Wall-to-wall
I doubt whether 99%
Of the world would allow
Their country to be populated
In a manner so thusly inspired

As if some dreamy - eyed poet/ess
Had taken they pen
& broken every lock
The world had bought
Sprinkling them on
the stockhaus ground
And then,
lovingly sits there
With their pets, children, various family,
& pray
That the Sun would come
With Love
Health
& Joy
To grow
This garden we now see
Stretched @ our feet
From sea to shining sea

Show me that other country
please

An Italian man,
Valentino,
off-the-boat
not more than seven years ago,
came to change the chip in our TV
He said: You know how to fix America?
Number One, You take away all the guns...
I asked: Do you know why that is protected under the Constitution?
He said: ...because of money....
I said: so the people won't be put down by dictators and tyrants

He continued: Number Two, Stop buying things from foreign countries

Ah, so simple
To make America so perfect
For everyone

Yet in truth

It is what it is
So don't trip on it too hard
Or DO
its up to you
At least I wrote this poem today
From the Land of the Free
& the Home of the Brave


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Location: Rockwell Park - Hemphill Heights, Charlotte

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