a dream

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    a dream

    Through the darkened eye that
    sees through the mirrored glass
    I awoke with terror.
    The images that have been burned
    so deeply in my mind
    scream to be freed.
    I stand tall over the earth.
    The sky turns angry and grey.
    But the weather is clear.
    I see the land of the eagle.
    Where Great Lady Liberty
    cries tears of blood.
    For her people she knows are to suffer.
    Blind Justice is being rapped by those who are rich.
    Greed and Power have stolen the sword of justice
    and broke the scales of honesty.
    Great Father stands in horror
    his hands tied by his sheep and their dogma.
    The protectors of the nation turn to destroyers.
    Those who vow to protect and serve become
    liars.
    I see the new gods growing in power as
    the people mutter their incantations
    on wall street or doing their rosary of the check book.
    Confessing their sins to the doctors of the mind.
    Praying to the porcelain shrine, fasting
    for weeks eating only frozen peas
    or flagellating themselves in mass
    at the gyms so holy.
    Going under the knife in holy sacrament.
    ( here is my blood, here is my flesh)
    Others go to the fast food churches giving the daily alms
    to the fat clown or one of the other holy places.
    So obese is this god.
    The world turns and as it does I see Mother Nature
    being stripped bare as the trees are slaughtered
    and the land is plundered.
    She screams as each mine is dug and each tree is ripped out.
    America the beautiful so walks to the slaughter.
    Open your eyes to see the future in store

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    drewking commented on a dream

    12-18-2008

    good writting, like what it is saying..

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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