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
CANADA RELATIONSHIP
LATELY HAS TAKEN A DIP
HOPEFULLY WILL FLIP
In honor of the 250th anniversary
of the Declaration of Independence
of the United States of America
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In Philadelphia’s summer heat,
Colonies rose to break defeat.
An alien crown across the sea,
No longer ruled our destiny.
Despite the roar of distant hates,
They wrote the birth: United States.
Where rights are not a gift of kings,
But truth that every person brings.
"We hold these truths," document said,
Like thunder rolling overhead:
That life and freedom must belong
To every voice, however strong.
Through fear of war and breaking ties,
Beneath uncertain, watchful skies,
They signed their names in bold resolve,
To let a new world form and evolve.
And now, two hundred fifty years,
By triumphs, happiness and tears,
A shining hope for all to see,
United States — Forever Free.
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In commemoration of America's upcoming birthday, I dedicate this Acrostic poem.
UNITY is foundational
NO kings
INDIVIDUAL rights
TYRANNY no more
EQUALITY of access for all
DOMESTIC tranquility
SLAVERY was acrosus
TAXATION with representation
ASSEMBLY for redress of grievances
TRAIL of tears
EVERY legal vote must be counted
STATUTORY government
OPPORTUNITY for all citizens
FAILURE is not an option
ASSSIMULATION, not separation
MAGNANAMOUS nation and people
ECONOMIC power house
RELIGIOUS freedom
IMAGINATION, dreams, and vision
COMPASSION for the poor and weak
ALL for one and one for all
from between eyebrows, straight up to the crown
each point along the grid is our third eye
depending on realms where we wish to drown
we may choose to witness lie after lie
to indulge in awhile before we die
each reality is another dream
know oh hermit, things are not what they seem
Colour of States Truth? By Abdul Haye Amin.
“As always nation act as blinds and deaf to spoil my days,
until where struggle in life and endless prosecutions and tears by,
all color of nationalities not to drive the States.
As I ever dreamed faked in this world of love,
day before Yesterday Those who regarded my enemy,
and neglected once for day of freedom of truth.
For not myself nor for this world but for,
my own cast and for my peoples,
the price of my pain ashes in my vain,
without surprise in Judgment in the Kingdom.
where impossible in nature colour of my vision of dream
as 'Nelson Mandela' at last revealed as,
'Bongo Bandhu' of Bangladesh in volume not in weight?
I therefore, nothing to be proud of myself today for,
my dear Lord on earth?”
By Bilingual's Author Abdul Haye Amin.
He wears the cross upon his chest,
And speaks of heaven’s cure,
Yet turns the hand that ought to bless
To wield despair and death.
By dozens sent, they fall, they die,
Beneath his pious claim,
While God’s own life is swept aside,
And they live and bear no shame.
Can faith abide where blood is spilled,
Where mercy bows to might?
I do not know—but still I fear,
There, coming to the light.
For in the dark, their hands still try to reach,
Each soul now whispers true,
A fleeting thought, in quiet speech,
Breaks through the fecal stench the air.
Yet still I ask, with hard pressed dread,
Can we survive such sin?
I do not know, for they are wed
To hipprocracy and what inside it holds.
Peering from out this joint rest
Of boughs no winds bend
Time, tracked through each shadow-step
Markedly slowed up!
Whilst each beat, our anxious heart's
Further apart sounds.
The road, deaf to! That beside
Voiced, when wills collide.
For whose sake
states indulge in wars?
Chiefs of realms,
so as to
fulfill their selfish egos
dig their people’s graves!
Remember what sweet Jesus instructed,
to take care of the hungry.
Long lines of people with
hope,
stretched around the block,
feed them in Thanksgiving time.~
America, America; How can this be?
Where is our love? Where’s our dignity?
Look at us now, tell me, what do you see?
Well, from coast to coast; All I see is misery.
When we were young... so wild & free.
On top of the world for all to see!
We still struggled, still disagreed;
But I think we had alot more honesty.
We've made ourselves a labyrinth of laws;
Sewn with red tape and loaded with flaws
We have no morals, and so much deceit.
See all the thieves running rampant in our streets?
The system's worn. We all will agree;
There's pushers in our prisons and we let killers go free.
Our head's in the clouds!
Look! There's no laws online!
No wonder we stay on the phone all the time.
Let's make a comeback! Start a new fire!
So that we become what we admire!
Listen up people, it's our wake up call!
United we stand, individually we fall.
The land I love and grew on ,
to the shores down east abound;
things have gotten out of hand,
and no safe place can be found.....
It matter's not where you're from,
or the color of your skin ;
if this is the land you call home,
help stop the clamor and the din ....
I beg of you Sir ,Donald Trump;
with all allege d's I have said,
I stand behind your efforts ;
Using Military within ....
And any illegal caught here ,
who has a record from prison ,
most certainly is deported;
how the did they get in ???
I would like to see an America ,
where Border's are secured ,
by our Military forces ;
so all feel reassured ....
There is much wrong with certain programs ,
but bystander that I am ;
all I can do is point things out ,
and left feeling pretty thin......
America needs one last hurrah ,
a cheer for one and all;
and get back on track together;
Free to all stand tall ....
Safety is just awareness;
though at times you let it go ,
its not about the guns out there ;
its who has them in the flow.....
Never have I given Rates ,
of any place I been ,
I only been to the USA ;
The Untied States again....
Families, friends, neighbors, communities,
living in the land of liberty.
A nation easy to divide,
fed by smears, seduced by lies.
Emotions worn like fragile sleeves,
hatred finds a place to breathe.
A sickness spreads, unseen but loud,
echoed through the media cloud.
Even when the facts aren’t true,
they comfort those who always knew.
We fracture more with every feud,
distrust becomes our daily mood.
Arrogance floats through the air,
ignorance tangled everywhere.
We elect with hope, then watch despair,
do they serve, or do they stare?
Freedom to vote, a hollow ring
when sides refuse to shift or swing.
You speak your mind, you risk the cost,
mocked, dismissed, your meaning lost.
We’re growing colder, more confined,
trapped in one-dimensional minds.
Opposition seen as threat,
truth becomes what we forget.
And when debate no longer lives,
hatred is the truth we give.
The Oval Office looks gaudy
And outshines the King of Saudi
Trump’s ugly deco
Gives off an echo
Of a bordello that’s bawdy
1849
King Kamehameha
of the Kingdom of Hawaii
entered into the Treaty of Friendship
with the United States
1893
businessmen and sugar planters
overthrew the monarchy by forced abdication
of Queen Lili'uokalani
and United States troops invaded
the Hawaiian Kingdom
The Restoration Agreement
was never implemented
Business as usual!
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