Message To America
I will always bring water to your lips
And the let the little fawn over your bramble skips
For memory cannot close its doors
On the lanterned woman laddling from your shores
Welcome for: the tired, the paltry poor,
Blown in the blustering winds rhizome and spore
"The huddled masses yearning to breathe
Free" of tyranny, and the vulgar claws of callous greed
"The wretched refuse of your teeming shore."
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed now to soar
Where the lamp is lift 'side the golden door."
The dragon spewed its water out
But like a great, strong, mother, you opened your mouth
And swallowed the flood, and the child
That watches now Babel's kingdom crumbling, riled
With pity, will not let you thirst
But will while toiling for bread again build you first
An altar of its flesh for iniquities
Commissioned by anitquated theories, antipathies
Sulked in the bosom of your guests
Be careful though, do not spurn their faithfulness!
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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