Bj Fard Poet Free verse

American Air

The needs and wants
that freedom flaunts
so worth the heavy penny
for all the cost
of each battle lost
reminds me of the horn of plenty
in which the air of our fathers fair
was one of giving and sharing
now all I see are broken tendencies
in a society running low on the caring

I feel you there, American air
with your promise of tomorrow’s greatness
you an asylum for dreams
brining such finer things
that your vast pools of knowledge awakens

To touch and feel, a feeling so real
as the image burnt into my mind
you open your mouth 
words fail to come out
when your lost, jailed and confined

Can you remember, the cold of September
when hate flew straight into our towers?
they could not break
the strong will and fate
once freedom spread it’s wings of power

The roar of the lion
the grace of the eagle
never gave way
to the corrupting evil
no, taller we stood
as the way people should
ever put to the test
and the love that we share
through our American air
why settle, when soaring
at our best.

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