Love Letter To the American Dream
Love letter to the American Dream
Time has not been kind to the Giantess
Of American fame. With dreams they come
Attracted to the bright beacon promise,
Only to be dashed against the fear-dome
Of freedom lost. The Sea-washed, sunset Walls
Stand tall, guarding a crushed and crumbling Empire.
Her ruthless eyes watch for any exiled souls
That dare cross, clutching in hand a warning pyre.
“What has happened to my American Dream?”
The people cry, “Promised were we, a welcome-world
For the tired, the lost and homeless.” “Whim,
Were those words. Turn back. As lies you were told.”
The titan glare glowed world wide, gates were shut.
Hopes dimmed. But like Lazarus, would rise again.
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