an american day

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 18, 2018

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Dreaming

 

Is for the night.

Where we had cars for everyone

Driving free highways

And freed slaves

From a nightmare

We think we never caused

And kept on with this Fellini dreamscape

Where eagles were bald and beautiful

Bringing us fish and food for life

 

Dreaming

 

Was for the night.

And now awake

We see the cities we tried to escape

The pom-pom-pom of the trains

Creaking from age

Wishing they could be put down

And chug along

Until out of reach of urban poverty,

Put out to the American pastoral pasture

Where farmers hide their seeds

Just in case the cost of Monsanto

Drives them off their land

 

Waking

 

Causes stress

Of another day

With the sun

Blinding us from our hopes

Illuminating united despair,

Us wanting a dream

That will always be an opiate for workers

 

But try to sleep


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