America is ready for someone steady
To fulfill for all that shining city on the hill
To preside democratically and be citizen foward as our guide A creative gate opener not a gate keeper or door slammer. Nor a tongue lasher with bad grammar and a hammer to truth Silenced, our own tongues go straight to the aching tooth We need a thinker, a fixer, troubleshooter and a doer for our youth A realist-activist-idealist-builder upper of all that’s humanly worthwile. Nonconformist hands that will reach across the isle and reconcile the hostile
A Groundbreaking wild flower that bears edible fruit
And will grow preserving every healthy trailblazing forerunner shoot
Be our thunder shower who will put out the fires of partisan pursuit And abundantly water for all ethical equality and vitality Like the impartiality of rain, take an oath To shower down much needed all inclusive growth
Shining as our Lamplighter and Candle holder. -the light of reason and validity Transmitting through us all like electricity, a transceiver of possibility Illuminate the shadowed places, and annihilate dark distrust Brighten up our sight and be the viewfinder. of all that is unjust That keeps us lightless in narrow-minded mistrust, Crouched in fear instead, faltering our steps to move ahead
Be the bread winner and reliever en plus of poverty and trust With the willpower to nourish and encourage us Not to overpower and keep us sinking to the rock bottom Scrapings of the barrel’s martyrdom Ban the bully pulpit of one vs. many Be the loudspeaker of hope and unity and mute the chatter of constant disparity
Sound out the drumbeat that moves our feet To walk in equality and pride and not in defeat We then can hold our fate in our own hand and take a stand To facilitate peace and prosperity for democracy’s sake Freely strive and have opportunity to thrive To do our part and lend our heart to the pulse beat Of this our nation, governed neither by class nor station Out of many we can vote together as one-MLH
- Author: MLHnow ( Offline)
- Published: September 17th, 2020 23:08
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
I really don’t know why my poems here decide their own word format!
The words never stay put in the lines that I arrange them in!
You need to spend some time getting to know how the layout tools work for your pieces. Best way is to study the page and try out a few edits before you hit the publish button.
America has a good few social diseases around hypocrisy. Hardly an idyll of democratic rights when some citizens are born more equal than others and has a police force that likes to keep it that way.
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