by Harry Fagel ~ February 12th, 2017. Filed under: Announcements, Poetry.

I Love it Here (in America)

Straight away the news comes at you
Some barrage of words forming sentences
How long must we spend in the prison of lies?
Distrust seems to be the sentiment
So little belief yet we need to believe in something or
Someone so we yearn and wish and wring hands and hope
United we stand and divided we stand
Alone
Our backs up and our feelings exposed spit flying in the ceaseless argument
Right and left and center a ball of confusion compounded by rhetoric
Simmered in old aggressions and
Fostering fear for the future and past and present
This great melting pot the fine conglomeration the mixed bag of nuts the
Hot tasty stew of America
Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet
Rugby, hush puppies, ramen noodles and Creme’ Brule
Basketball, curry, hamburgers and fish filets
Enchiladas, hot sauce, fried rice and chicken satay
Culture and tradition and law on spin cycle as we wander blind through
Hallways strewn with broken promises and half-baked conspiracy theories
The beauty here is in the evolve and ever-solve the
Assimilation and salutations granted by the young, old and hipster alike
What a beautiful score Rap and Country
Heavy Metal and Waltz
Salsa and disco
Punk and electronica the symphony is endless
Diverse and progressive and a true reflection of just how much we can grow as
Human Beings
The beauty in our belonging and longing our loves and woes our loyal choices
The sinner loves the sinner loves the sinner and the Angel as well, no Hell for children
I love it here
Don’t lose sight of the original free people
The immigrants arrived later and brought ideas and pain and growth
Much to the detriment it’s always the same when the conquerors arrived yet we endure and
Ensure our babies have it a little better than before and isn’t that a noble goal?
We pay for our trespass and build bridges, level mountains, create roads and skyscrapers
We protect the unprotected we stand up for the little guy we cry at Disney movies and
Sigh when the missiles launch
America the land of the free and the home of the Brave such poignant ideas and
Ideas are so dangerous and yet without them we hide in caves and kill the outsider
I love it here
Democracy works and Bureaucracy sucks yet mutually exclusive they are not
Take it down a notch
Don’t empower the thoughtless
Don’t enrich the heartless
Don’t buy into the bullshit
If you can help it
I want togetherness and yet I want independence I am American I want it all
I can have it here in this place and somehow in the rat race in the loss of face in the endless chase
I know I can be free in America
She comforts me in darkest nights and while I fear for those whom I swear to guard
I refuse to submit to a sameness, a homogeny, a cabal of same thinking
I refuse to admit that we’re blameless, superior or that our resolve is shrinking instead
I demand to keep finding love in the loveless reaches and compassion in the differences we share
I swear
I love it here
America is my home and I want to share
For what we give away comes back to stay and isn’t that the way we play in America?
Everyone owes a little respect to everyone else or you lose
Look inside and find it it’s somewhere behind the self-righteous anger or the hurt-filled heart
Dancing in the souls we possess and reflected in our action
We can take true satisfaction simply in the attempt to curb the reaction and keep on being human
After all
The one great leveler is the end of days
It comes for us all on that pale horse and takes us away and what will those left behind have to say about us?
Did you do the right thing?
Did you stand up for the downtrodden and lift up the broken?
Did you give the best possible chance to those who truly try to bring it around in spite of the noise?
Or did you quietly stand by and watch and hope and pray you weren’t on the train when they came for the outsider?
I love it here in America.
I will fight for her until my last breath because she is worth fighting for as so many have before
In America
You want her free so we can continue to see the power of you and me when we disagree and still hold tight to each other, Father and Mother, Sisters and Brothers
All of us scraping and scrimping to leave our marks in the hearts of the rest of us when we step off
and Carry on beyond the moment, beyond the arguments beyond the great fight to a place
A place you can see.
Open your eyes and see.
It’s all worth it you see.
To stay free.
In America

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