Patriotic Dream Poems

Africa my Africa; of resources rich.
Aggressively wooed because her potentials enrich.
Africa the bride, historically bid for.
The continent dark with opulent fields to explore.
Your labour past...

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I dreamt upon 
a blessed night
that suddenly
the world went
right

man turned from darkness
back toward Light – 

I dreamt upon a blessed night
that evil had finally been...

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Out into the wilderness haunted by ghost town’s ancient bloodstains and lost history scars. 

We wander the dark borderlands between awakening dreams and incandescent seams....

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD...
WE SIT IN REIGNS
OF ONCE GLORIOUS DAYS.
A RULE OF RIGHTEOUS RAGE,
BUT THE KING IS DEAD
LONG LIVE THE PAIN.
WITH A BLADE...

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It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing 
two headed asexual 
gang of socialite housewives 
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media 
love for handguns...

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A reapers machine
hot white harvest 
bone dry land
years have been spent 
driving this reapers machine 
Across desolate lands
Shifting oblivion sands 
Of some mad American empire
Insanity...

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This life is my life
Why is this my life
So I shout YOLO 
Maybe I'll try van life
Cause escapism
And romanticizing 
Are all that's really driving me

And...

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Oh dutiful, foreboding debt 
That I know I must pay 

For education I must get
To pad my resume 

And yet I feel like I've been...

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I heard the steady cadence
The drum roll in the street
A thousand tramping soldiers 
Tasting of defeat.
The sound of occupation
I thought it could not be,
A flag...

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I appreciate
The patriotic voices
It does my heart good

I truly believe
In what makes this country great
But I would say this:

The Constitution
And Bill of Rights created
To ensure...

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The American Dream

Gettin up each mornin' shoulder to the wheel.
Bangin' on the walls til they are gone.
Eyes on the horison makin' each new deal.
One step...

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Social…

The reason that socialism
does not work, 
is because it is not 
truly social. 

It means that, you…we…me…
and us… are all the same…
Yet, we are not...

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The artist looks at the meadow, 
He remembers details when all others…
Forget.

Uniquely transformed…
By the sites, he has seen, forever.
Upon arrival at his home, 
The soldier...

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