An American Chorus
Written: November 12, 2024, for — Glenn Hughes Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori, inspired by the song “Let America Be America Again”
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Through veils of twilight, we walk
Starlit stars sparkling bright
And beneath, spirits dwindle —
And dreams slip from sight.
Farmers firmly toil the summer soil
Hopes cradled in their hands—
But where’s the pledge in the toil—
When golden glimmers through sands?
In quiet lands, the echoes call
Of history's heavyweight
Poor whites, scrape by on scraps —
While people endure fate.
Natives gaze upon their land
Once rulers of rolling meadows
Now naked of tales, raw and bare —
Their zest for life is still in their ghetto.
Immigrants, with drained hearts
Bring burdens brimming with pain
Their promises packed in perilous chains—
Ceaseless struggles, calamities, and gain.
The workers wake as one word in a song
Brick by brick, they construct a dream—
But in unsung nooks, nebulous shades lurk—
And faith falters, starts to wane its gleam.
Look—hope weaves through patches torn
Each flag a tattered breeze
Men gather close around despair—
While stories cling to trees.
A dark veil cloaks this fractured land
Where families fight and grow
People searching for their kin—
Through seas of strife, they row.
The dog-eared dreams, the scuffed-up souls
Marked by scars and strife
Yet with each breath, a deep resolve—
This is our shared life.
Singing the songs of pioneers
Voices strong and clear
We reclaim the ideals professed—
Longing for what feels near.
In every heart, a spark ignites
Hope rises, raw and bright
For in the struggle, we find our way—
Through shadows into the light.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2024
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