Bj Fard Poet Free verse

The Last American: the Monsters Within

Who has seen the lost American
where has he been hiding?
I am the last American
there is no use in denying
who would listen to
a voice of nonsense
reason hidden in meaning
that evades even him
do not pay me any attention
what I do is not a sin
what they call sin
I call freedom
a lost angel known by many names
Lucy, Judas, or fallen angel
when you find him, careful
for he known to be insane
maybe I am not to blame
my actions are of free design
where they come from,
I can never find
that source of course
is lost forever
the lost Americans
are at last, together

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