My Promise Land
to have and have not
is reason lent to logic
and reality left to disspare
to my heart oh, not where?
the place of peace not there
then where can the weary traverse
where the dreams are not night mares
loud noises not explosions
loud voices not fights
and darkness a place to sleep
rather than a place to hide
who is it that insist
on our depravity
whilst we are not in captivity
fleeced of menial freedoms
by a monsoon of unjust laws
furious my psyche can deduce
that i am not wanted here
in the midst of all the false advertisement
one country can give
about how much blood was
spilled to make them free
do we dare to think
that this excludes me
have not i been knitted into
the matrix of this thing
called freedom
have my dreams deceived me
about the land of the free
are not rights given in duplicity
and these ideals; do they not
come from God
to have and have not
the rights of men
and the peace there in
belonging to every citizen
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment