Sunday, April 22, 2018
Give me America
Give me America anyday because
I hear America bringing
politics gone mad
into process.
Just give it to me:
America.
Give me America anyday because
I see America clinging
to an old notion
of liberty.
Give me America anyday because
I still feel America flinging
the deadends of malice
into arcs of goodwill.
Give me America anyday because
I know America’s still singing
an old song, just with
a new beat.
You can’t beat
America.
Give me America anyday because
I can sight America winging
its way o’er terrains of pain
and strife.
It’s just life, y’all
to have to put up with
this stuff.
This stuff that’s goin’ down now:
them with their their guns and butter
vs. them with their lgbt muttering—
just give me America, you guys!
Give me America anyday because
I feel America clinging
to hope and justice
and even God
is still with us,
y’all.
King of Soul
Labels:
america,
Black Panther,
Black Violin,
electric car,
Faith,
Hope,
liberty,
poem,
poetry,
reconciliation,
singing
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