Open Poetry #23 |
American Soles of Thanks |
D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
An American with soles so holy That his shoes where air conditioned Socks so absolutely obscene They walked showing too much skin Wearing pants worn once too often In a shirt of red, white and blue Standing proud but out in the cold In the warmth of splendor The couple gasped in their disgust So beneath their dignity Was this creature called man So encased where they That the mirror revolved Totally around them In a life of hard times That seen creative accounting Take its bite out of crime Creating a life Of fortunes of misfortunes His spirit was deflated By a bank called Wall Street The brokers of the elite Where pre warned of bad times In special offerings of royalty They had Enron appetites to Monopolize their special privilege Castles fortified with ill gotten gains The veteran of a drafted campaign That they dared not even call a war Politicians always seemed to be there To blame not matter the time Not knowing what to do Except raise the white flag of surrender Of a corporate mentality That pays for their meals Yet this icon of American ingenuity Had provided his kids the college of hope With their success elevating them Into the heavens of temporary prosperity Leaving him in his frozen tears In social security too thin to stand on Yet strong enough for Congress to invest In corporate CEO’s retirements In a country club Tanning within their glory They can avoid the taxes of living Within their means in special perks With all the advantages of stocks Made of shower curtains of gold Knowing if they are caught in the raw A country club will imprison them For showing too much publicity In a day of thanks This special breed of American hero Will still fight the terrorist Which want to destroy his children In a holy vendetta against corruption Of their pristine moral values Killing in the name of religion In a heart of determination Things must get better For he will again go to war And defend his country In the rags it has left him To live on Thought: In a free press that should question things and change the way we think. Why is it so silently controlled in what they have to offer? In the Vietnam Conflict those that died, fought for the rights to an open forum of discussions. They even fought for the rights of protesters who questioned our government policies in a system of checks and balances. If I was to control America, I would use the media that would abide only by my special rules. Send a critical editorial to a newspaper and see if it gets published. My words will fall on deaf ears, as those with the power to control will simply ignore me into dust. Thought: To only way to survive today, is to conform and never question those above you, for once you do that your future is doomed. Question the elite CEO’s, politicians, lawyers, religious leaders and power brokers, be prepared for the wrath of dooms day. Thought: Why should anyone fear words in a free society when the United States was founded on it? Use them to open minds and find out! Thought: What do you call a politician that questions things on his own initiative? An American who is out of control of reality whose moral values will be severely questioned. Sorry about all the thoughts, one of those days that I could not put my mind to rest. Happy Thanksgiving and blessings from me and a country I love but find so darn frustrating!! D.Lester Young 11/28/2002 Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) |
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