I saw America, the other night
in all her faded glory
watched her breathe in immigrants
and exhale soldiers
crushing nations, like ant colonies, beneath her feet
ubiquitous woman, that she is
I see her slender fingers stretching father
dusting ancient shelves of culture
and casting each antiquated item, into black.
America, so beautiful.
graced with colors
power, fame
and shaded
by green, money-making, things.
Land of Credit Cards and Company Names, Protector, Defender, Bully,
Full of hope, America.
Utopia of Dreams.
And Eden
Tempted by apples
But it is a long fall.
So young, so much to learn.
So lonely.
Come again, come again
Weary nomad
For she is puerile yet, and fearful
Of your foreign ways
Keep her in your dreams
Let not reality stain
Such hope and promise.
For if that comfort fades
What will keep you working
In our factories each day
And getting up each early morning?
Promises are politicians' trading cards
And dreams no more than a good excuse for breakfast.
But by all means, eat and dream.
For America is built on no more
Than an outcast's fantasy
And someday, someday,
Will always loom ahead.
Enticing.