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Here, Now, Forever

0 posted 03-10-2000 12:54 AM       View Profile for EagleScorpion   Email EagleScorpion   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for EagleScorpion

This once proud country rots from within,
Our better nature angels weep,
Good and evil's balance treads a line so thin,
Spanning a bottomless fall so steep,
The tyrants were quelled, replaced quickly by,
This monarch democracy, this evil disguise,
Prying eyes of satellites plague these skies,
Watching the things we do that concoct our demise,
This drunken bald eagle, this parade of lies,
These junkie celebrities and their charade of cries,
This lost world of hope that false passion denies,
In this feud for survival, our enemy dies,
We make up but a fraction of this worlds population,
We grow fatter still as they die of starvation,
With our thirteen striped flag,
it's somehow our station,
To rule this world as if it were predestination,
Our advantage in this world weighs us down,
It shouldn't be ours to keep,
And it wasn't my fault to be born in this town,
In this American town, we are all merely sheep,
Through the perilous night,
By the ramparts we've watched,
And cowered behind, as our soldiers died,
Twas a brilliant sight! The bombs bursting in air,
The empty homes of the brave, scattered everywhere,
Stalin, McCarthy, both named Joe,
Members of mirrored worlds across the world we know,
Revolutionary, civil, it's all the same,
With ourselves to blame, war knows no names,
The reds and the whites,
The feds and the yanks,
Kerensky and Trotsky,
Lee and Grant,
It costs many lives to rule this rock,
That cost may rise, with this nuclear stock,
Our twilight's last gleaming may one day come,
The mushroom clouds will roar, spared will be none,
Like narcotic mushrooms,
among the heavily assorted,
With the face of that geezer Uncle Sam so contorted,
Guns out of control, Nixon, Vietcong,
Burning piles of flesh, and hits from the bong,
As you plainly see, I mocked this country's song,
For we say we are equal, but Oh! we're so wrong,
Gallantly screaming, this red white and blue song,
Forever believing this country wont last long,
"Equality" is nothing but a simple buzz word,
This country will fall hard for our dominace absurd,
For our universal sin, we will all dearly burn.
© Copyright 2000 Joseph Alexander Knob - All Rights Reserved
mete out
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1 posted 03-10-2000 06:30 AM       View Profile for mete out   Email mete out   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for mete out

This is the truth as many do not want 'us' to see it.
An inspirstion to all of us searching for answers.
Well done!  
Great play on words with the title too...  

 I am not a preacher, I just speak the world as I see it.

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2 posted 03-11-2000 05:34 PM       View Profile for Cerenity   Email Cerenity   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cerenity

Hi Eagle Scorpion,

WOW this is great and sad at the same time to know just how much of your poem is true!
very good read thank you.

since 03-06-2000
Posts 94

3 posted 03-12-2000 01:24 AM       View Profile for MyPenNameIsSam   Email MyPenNameIsSam   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for MyPenNameIsSam

I believe this is my favorite poem so far that I've read since I've been on netpoets-honestly.       I truly agree with all that you've said and you've said it all so eloquently as well.  This is all sad, yet true and the way that you put it beautifully into words allows  people to truly think about all of these things while in - what I consider to be - the correct mindsett, while in an "emotional" mood,... it almost allows the reader's soul to actually "feel" the truth of all of these things that you speak of, instead of looking at them from a distance.  This is wonderful - honestly.  I love it.    
molly aka sam
Did you know that you can make a profile for yourself by going to the word "members" at the top of the screen, and you can view other members  profiles by clicking on the far left icon on the blue bar above their name or at the beginning of their poems? (I think it's a piece of paper)  Just thought I'd let you know.       And thanks so much for sharing this poem with us.    

 "One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time." -Andre Gide

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