American Expatriate

America should have a society of peace,
Of handsome peace,
And a land of exuberant compassion
Where the dusk
Is a breast pocket handkerchief
Of ebony and yellow,
And not this land that is death’s grin.

America should have a land of opportunity,
Of infinite opportunities
Accompanied with sound wages
Prolific as Father Time,
And not this land where blotted bones reside

Oh, America should have a land of respect,
Of love and peace and compassion and honor,
And not this land where respect is sin.
Hark! Sweet expatriation
Hark! Sweet expatriation
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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July 17, 2012 at 6:55 PM
‡ I Think I Would Rather Be A Broken Toy With A Heart Than Some Stiff Necked Holier Than Thou Merciless Kill My Mother In A Heartbeat Heartless Robot Swimming In The Distant Bed Of Hypocrasy , My Dear Sweet Friend * Casting Stones While Catering Unto The Self Serving gods Of Pain Sorrow And Hate - Irony 101 - Reminds Myself Of Some Other Ancient Ones ? .... Smile, Luv, Rachel ‡
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