America is gone and hope is leaving through torn pockets
The nail of greed sunk deep with the hammer of lust
Laziness' gears greased with the oil of technology
Clear waters polluted with the invasion of septic foreign waste
Elected Jesus shaves his beard with a butcher's cleaver
Drunk on a past generation's stolen wine, debauched he stumbles
A fly herder of wilted dreams in which an eagle becomes a bogey
Please don't piss on my grave or obituary
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Good write SB. If only it was as easy as some guy changing his rug / barnet / dodgy wig on his head! You know the guy.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the read and comment. Don't know the man but know of him. How could someone not know of him, he makes a lot of noise.
very well put, America is now unrecognisable to what it was
Thank you so much for the read and understanding comment it is deeply appreciated
welcome my friend
America wanted change, and change they got.
One good thing with tornados, they eventually blow out.
Britain doesn't fare any better, we have a dip stick in power who thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread.
Thank you so much Paul for the review and support it is most appreciated. I suppose that most all times have felt the same. Politicians decision to revolt in the revolution, Lincoln's declaration of martial law during the civil war, the acts that led to the depression, The Korean war, Kennedy's Cuban crisis, Vietnam, Iraque, and now.
Magnificent. 🌹
Thank you Teddy for your kind word and review it ia always most appreciated my friend
America is this planet where the worst of the weird or the best of the beast are possible...
Indeed tis true and I thank you Lorenz for the read and comment
You got that turkey in for tomorrow?! heehee. Nope, not THAT 'turkey' - that dangerous clown, I mean.
The only turkey I got down here is me and I ain't goin in no oven
Heehee. Turkey can be rather dry at times, I find. If Daleks are evil dustbins, is a certain person an evil clown? He of the dodgy wig.
Too stupid to be evil, you have to understand values to be evil
This poem revolves around the disillusionment and decay of the American dream, reflecting a sense of loss, corruption, and hopelessness. The poet explores themes of greed, technology, environmental degradation, and critiques of leadership and societal values. The imagery you painted was of a nation in decline, grappling with the consequences of unchecked desire and moral decay. Yet this poem serves as a lament for the lost ideals of America and a call to awareness regarding the moral and ethical decline in society. It seeks to provoke thought and reflection on the state of the nation and the consequences of its actions. Overall, this poem encapsulates a profound critique of modern America, utilizing various literary devices and structural choices to convey its themes effectively.
Thank you friendship I couldn't have said it better myself
You are most welcome, my friend
My friend, you blend prophecy, satire, and lament in a way only you carry… the imagery is unflinching and the despair honest. It reads like someone standing in the ruins, still speaking. Well done, Soren. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for the read and kind and generous words of comment they are most appreciated and valued my friend
You are most welcome, Soren! Happy Thanksgiving, my friend!
The same to you my friend
Love the golf reference. Superb work.
Thanks Thomas appreciate the review and comment. Some how I feel like there was a drop ball needed.
Over the years this is very true of exactly what happened to our country very well written I love this
Thank you so much for the read and understanding comment it is most appreciated
Poets and writers and lyricist come from a different scene we use our mind beyond our eyes beyond our feelings of sense of values and we write from the heart we read and we read a million times we add and some tract a million times before it's correct we are a different breed a unique band of brothers and sisters that right from the pen You're very good Don't ever put the pen down
I thank you most humbly
Reminds me of the moot Boomer's apology for the inheritance of liability and uncertainty, of which this observant poem has directed our thoughts to. A tinge of sadness and realistic resolve.
Thanks so much Cryptic your read is most appreciated. It is always sad to see what was a beautiful dream turn nightmare.
It is a dream many of us grew up with but the nightmare that ensued is so real now, it has even made its mark on poetry worldwide. 🕊️🙏
Not like you to get political, Soren - something wrong?
Thanks for the read Dave I don't see it as political just an observation of what exists and what has happened. More of a historical poem than anything else.
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'Hell in a Handcart ' I think the expression is .
And the U.K. not far behind.
A Raw Poem that packs a Punch.
Good Write.
Thanks so much Kevin your words are most appreciated.
I'd be more hopeless about the country if I had known it had been peachy all along, but I know there has always been issues, and probably always will be.
You are so right about than and even when we thought things were okay we were being lied to. Thanks for the read and comment my friend
Of course...one day I hope it will all get better!
It sees to be like this throughout the world soren. Maybe one day people will realise that bringing goodness and love to the world is the way to go.
Andy
Thank you Andy for the review and comment. Yes that would be wonderful indeed, I'm waiting but I expect it might be a while
Yes, yes...we want more! FAVE
Thank you so much it is most appreciated
This one hits hard as it’s straight from the heart. Bravo. 💐👍
Thank you Nafisa for your read and understanding comment your words of encouragement are most appreciated
Hi Soren,
I saw that this poem was listed in Poems from the community trending this week that Julian emailed today. I'm guessing this happens fairly frequently and there are others whose poems I have also read. I understand that it's about your disgust with our country. I have no issue with that. But I don't fully understand what the last line means. Can you explain, or would you rather not, or am I just too dense?
Thanks,
Perdita
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To brief, who's speaking the last line: the "fly herder" or the poet? Am I even more dense?
As in all poetry, lines are open to interpretation by the reader. What I had in mind with the last line, maybe one thing, whereas the reader may have a totally different idea. So it is in politics as well. It does not make one right or the other wrong just two separate points of view. In either regard pissing on the grave of the other, does not help the situation and is not warranted. The rest of the poem is simply of a statement of perceived “facts” .
Quite the image, sad but true thought!
Thank you, William for your comment and read it is as always most appreciated. Yes it is sad
Hunger for Power and Dominate the worls is dangerous attitude for any country.(The nail of greed sunk deep with the hammer of lust )
Makig profit by destructive Equipments creates only Money and undesirable Hatred.
Well written.
Thank you so much Kuuumar for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated
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