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I'm walking through plastic trees
They hold up their facade as if I don't know
But they're far more real
Than common sense masquerading as progress
Their ever green leaves stand in stark contrast
To the golden brown, orange, and yellow leaves of their peers
So they stand up straighter
As if height makes them honest
Pluck a leaf and it feels like wax melting in your palm
Inorganic and intolerable it should be thrown
This forest is a melting pot of phonies and victims
Calling on the sun to decipher righteousness
Perhaps if one took a shovel and dug into the ground
The shocking revelation is in the roots of every tree
The roots of the plastic trees are the same as all the rest
Beneath it all we're all truly the same
There has been such a backlash against immigrants
that I decided I would put out a thought.
Do we remember the immigrants
Who for our country fought?
Starting with our revolution
when this country was born in 1776.
There were immigrants who fought by our side
Von Steuben, Kosciuszko, and Pulaski were among the mix.
What have they done since then you ask,
to keep our country great ?
There are those who battled oppression with us
even up to the present date.
I do not know of particulars in 1812
or even in WW I.
But if immigrants didn't fight for us
They joined the 'Melting Pot' that eventually made us one.
WW II is another chapter
of immigrant oppression we let go awry.
How long could we have fought that war
Had the Nisei not gone to Italy?
I have had great kindness in my life
by two different immigrant cultures shown.
One was Puerto Rican; the other Chinese
who accepted me as one of their own.
It was more than kindness.
It was a true caring and love in their way.
One gave me the confidence to move ahead in life
The other became my family.
Without the strength of these diverse immigrants in my life
I don't know where I might have gone.
I would certainly not be here writing
but somewhere else...lost and alone.
So when I hear people loudly rail
about an "Immigrant Crisis of State",
Remember, We all came from roots elsewhere
This is what makes our country Great!
They wage war on the poor
Selling their souls what for
But for gluttony and greed
Dissension is what they breed
Harmony and discord
A duality we can't afford
People die on the street
Chilled to the bone, no heat
No bread, no bed
So they commit suicide instead
And the system is so corrupt
A melting pot is ready to erupt
Boomers failed the youth
Doomers birthed who know the truth
16.07 is the living wage
But 7.25 has us locked in a cage
And we work hard to line their pockets
Yachts, mansions, pensions, and rockets
Racial tension is their weapon
So we don't collectively unify and step in
They say work hard and achieve American dreams
But the reality is not what it seems
Connections grant privilege to the rich like royalty
As they demand we stand for the flag and show loyalty
I'm tired of being a stepping stone and I'm not alone
And this is what we've been shown
Epstein didn't kill himself we know
Another death to protect those in power and another low
America grows darker by the hour
So in a moment of clarity
There is no peace and prosperity
This is a raw deal and we need a green new deal
Because I'm tired of being a spoke on the wheel
Illiteracy is on the rise and that's our demise
Because they can feed us their lies
They blame us and claim we have no ambition
But survival is the majority's mission
Stuck paycheck to paycheck until we're dead
And those who care get shot in the head
I beg you to put your hand on your chest
Against your beating heart are we doing our best
Laws against sleeping in the car, sleeping on the sidewalk
These don't fix the problem but we can't talk
Because they balk and say you should have done better
Anything to lick the boots of the debtor
But despite all of my rage I'm still just a rat in a cage
Soon to be a forgotten footnote, a faded page
And that wheel is going to keep turning
As American lives go up in flames we're burning
But that hatred is twisting deep inside
And revolution is what we need if I must confide
The system is built on a foundation of failure, it's broken
But our passion and fury has been awoken
For this is our watershed moment to stave off calamity
After discouraging decades of enmity
So if they must wage war on the poor
We'll wage war on a system we abhor
Folks living by the coast line
have been given an unpleasant evacuation order, not a warning,
" Evacuate immediately, Sandy is coming with rain
and strong gusts...some of you will refuse to leave town,
standing on the beach watching
the hurricane's four feet tides rise....are you insane? "
The concerned cop on the loud speaker says,
" Take what you can and hop in your car and head for
the Evacuation Center...there you'll be safe! "
Hesitation persists on their stubborn faces...
" Take your kids to a safer place, food and clothes will be available! "
An elderly woman screams, " Listen to him and go! "
I have seen a dozen storms, but hurricane Sandy is a vicious name!"
" Go, don't let any children shake and ramble! "
Randy has already hit the Jersey shore,
and slowing moving up to New York's Harbor;
another exodus from this Melting Pot
that once was struck by a terrorists' attack...
now, a Natural Disaster. " Sins of wicked people! "
That preacher on Third Avenue shouts while ringing a bell,
" Turn to God and He will not punish anyone anymore! "
" Shut up!" A punk smoking crack tells him..." Who's this God
whom you are talking about? Why is he so angry and uses the rod? "
I was His child, but today my master is the Devil! "
When hurricane Sandy comes, I won't be waiting for vicious killer winds,
be blown away as glass shatters and rooftops fall;
I will be safe in my home, praying for the ones in danger.
" Everyone listen and heed, hurricanes are no jokes...pack your belongings
and flee to safety! Isn't it life-threatening to all?"
I grab the car keys and off I go with uncombed hair.
The pot is melting...
The 'great melting pot'
This elaborately constructed pot holds a motley of colors and flavors
Once strong and pleasing to the eye, bustling with all of its aromatic juices, flavors, and textures
The great pot of RED, WHITE, and BLUE draws so many, and the few
Indigenous peoples and many others from great and small distances assimilate in this great pot
For a while, the cooking and eating were good, I mean pretty good
So good that still more ingredients desire to be added to this melting pot to bolster the flavor even more
But now, this great pot is disintegrating
Too hot now, is this pot
Too hot with deleterious elements that threaten the constitution of this great amalgamation
The pot is melting
The 'great melting pot'...
It is melting
Beyond black breakers
beneath dancing stars
on white ocean's crest
I ride the turbulence....
a universal melting pot of emotion
where foreign feelings defuse
in this the final breeding ground
we are all alike for that one moment....
then wash away....or float forever...
thrown to the tide
with the slipshot hesitancy
of a young boy skipping rocks
across the water for the first time....
on the shore....I am alone again
images of my second grade
shovel and pail lay at my feet
(still dusty from castle construction)
I am half blanketed
in the shadow of my fortress
the comfort of its strength
soothes me with bedtime morals
that will always hold out
against the blows
of the big bad wolf
Mocking the dead, is that a thing?
How many ways can one be disrespecting?
Laws that cause offenders to be free?
Rape kits that exist only to be not breached.
Little lies and big divides of right and wrong genocide.
Our forefathers could not ever predict
We would be as disrespectful as this.
Ancestors bones surely roll like river
As the wicked become powerful while weak lips quiver
Fowl language and worse ethics morale and actions
Political powers that endorse for private satisfaction.
Mocking the dead what about the little kids
Who inherit the earth in the shape of it
We enjoyed youth clean air and water
And dirty it up for son and daughter.
Looking back only with limited views
Erasing the truth of ill will and abuse
A country started by taking from the natives
Blended into a melting pot of many races
Mocking the dead playing music head like fiddler
Warming the red bed of fire for Hitler
Are we so pompous we can never admit faults
Until it is too late and we too are lost?
Written 9/21/23 For Mocking The Dead Contest
Sponsor Silent One
Don (ta) Ask Me 'Bout Exacerbation Of Trumpeted "FAKE" News
written September 19th, 2018, and following words still ring (more true) today – exactly six years later.
The then forty fifth prez
of United States of America
best get sent packing
to Lake woebegone
forced to coexist amidst University
of Pennsylvania Dutch
men in breeches
(May Apple lie)
swampy netherlands awash
with bipedal hominid
sucker punching leeches
where within every
whirled wide webbed
nook and cranny
Nietzscheism reaches,
and survival of fittest
iz basic credo,
and dogmatic ethos,
analogous to an apprentice teaches
a most frightful distortion of facts
and make up mistruths
indiscriminately bandied about
said alarmist blatant LIES
blithely stated with dangerous clout
appearing oblivious and totally
clueless without a doubt
punctuating with doubt Thomas
pettifogging questionable details
FALSE exclamations
generating fear with mindless
ignorance exaggerating protocols
as he doth emphatically flout
begetting, engendering,
and inflicting emotional gout
nothing accomplished by
hash tagging him a "LOUT"
and more opprobrious affect
would ensue anew
undeservedly praising him,
whose animus toward
Democrats would brew
but no matter what (tick)
tack toe taken,
he got nary a blue's clue
about vital issues,
which lack of insight
even Scooby Doo
would agree, heck the Americans
may as well install an emu
with more positive
forthcoming results,
cuz dis dope head like hellacious,
ludicrous, pernicious evils
in Pandora's box flew
his every actions
destroying essential glue
that sets this country apart
approximating Democracy, where hue
mans comprise melting pot,
whether Eskimos (er...
rather Inuits) in their
(fast melting) igloo
gentile, heathen, or Jew
experience limitless
pasta billet teas
applying their new
dill (aptitude) reaching
titular status of parvenu,
especially trumping proper, "P's"
and most every "Q"
before Wharton peer review.
I remember as a little girl when John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
Everyone cried, everyone gathered around the TV set waiting for word.
We sang the “Star Spangled Banner,” “God Bless America,” and “Oh Danny Boy,”
(Because, as my Grandfather explained it, the Irish and Americans were united today.)
And my Uncle Ryan and my Grandfather William even wore their uniforms saluting the set.
My Grandfather Luigi said that that was the beauty of this country, a melting pot.
When I looked confused, he explained we were like Grandma Sophia’s Spaghetti dinner:
The sauce was our soldiers, fighting and spilling blood for our freedom,
The pasta were the families at home, providing a framework for the sauce.
The spices were the people of many countries who seek freedom here,
And my grandmother represented the wisdom of our forefathers in combining it all to make something good become great!
To this day I can’t see the flag without shedding a small tear for family I’ve lost, like those old soldiers saluting the TV;
And traditions we’ve lost, like singing patriotic songs together;
But most of all I can’t help but crave my grandma’s melting pot spaghetti!
All a mirage, an aberrant illusion
acceptance in America
professionally, socially
we even became sought-after marriage partners…
Educated people seemed to appreciate us
to value us, to turn to us for advice
We became country clubbers, jet-setters
priding ourselves in having ‘them’ as good friends
Leaving our hallowed traditions far, far behind
we melted perfectly into the melting pot
secure in our newfound prosperity
comfortable in the halls of power
Before too long, we had become ‘them’
indistinguishable our values from theirs
our temple services, organ and all, like theirs
their food became our food, their sons our sons-in-law
their daughters, the mothers of our grandchildren…
And sure enough, soon enough, ‘they rebelled’
for we had drawn too close, we invaders
and they began to talk among themselves of our outsized ‘influence’
of our ‘domination’ of the financial professions
all the old canards…
And now that they have snapped
we are once again no longer wanted
no longer do we frequent their inner circles
we are openly excluded, cursed at, spat at, assaulted
Not to overdramatize what, after all, is to be expected
we will be leaving soon
we, the ever-wandering Jews
it was all an illusion