DM Babbit Poet Rhyme

Same Old Song

It's the same old song
 of love and the world gone wrong
that endless need and want
 that walks in the shadows of democracies haunt.

Is it a dream, some wild restless interlude
 of sleepless nights and dreams that exude
the love of self more than your neighbor
 and in God's eye, who gains the favor?

Give me your tired and your poor
 just don't let them knock on my door
and who is the refugee you see
 in the generations before our own ancestry?

Were it not for the passage of time
 where would be this familiar family line
of streaming lives in search of the dream
 held back by rhetorical bureaucratic screams?

Voices speak and shout yet remain unheard
 trying to hold freedoms spurned by false words
content to keep those in charge in political char
 when the people's choices remain barred.

This major-minority is too easily swayed by thrills
 outspoken and angry at the use of guns and pills
but we are challenged at every turn along
 to sing the same old song.

The future lays waiting round the bend
 and what wisdom does America send?
Generations still to come
 will look back at the foolishness we have done.

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