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| "New Hope Alley " a work by Richard Pasquarelli (c) |
all aboard the right train
(so
many miles of railroad tracks and so few passengers)
we
as a nation drive consumption
pedal
to the metal
and
it is our divine providence
or
so the teachings go
this
land is your land
this
land is my land
so
let’s go muddy
the
waters overseas again
fuel
the eager mouths of more
make
the doors wider
the
serving sizes bigger
the
dress sizes smaller
feed
the cows more corn
starve
the wolves
breed
sharks into viruses
as
we zombify
entire
generations with TV
so
that there is no veneration
as
a normative
cause
of action here
for
instance, in the ramparts
of
a swelter, a storm raced
and
knocked down the doors
and
trees and electricity
giving
no shelter
in
the DC metro area
the
poor folks there
don’t
get the same response
as
other areas in the nation
but
then again
we
kill women and children
on
a daily basis
in
the name of national security
on
distant shores so what’s
a
little discomforted heat
to
go along with disembodied
souls
on the streets
filled
with the grace
of
our humanity whored
Congress
is out of town
and
I bet they’re all as cool
as
a cucumber or whatever
is
served on their always-filled tables
I
bet they don’t fret
about
what DC gets
because
it’s not their constituency
it’s
not their problem
you
see America is always
the
dirty little secret
the
wannabe Rome
the
under-reported story
the
plutocracy’s home
the
relative that nobody
wants
to talk about
while
misremembering
their
every word
and
culling
their
every emotion
that
we may
someday
understand
this
land is not my land
this
land is not your land
this
land was only made
for
you and me to bleed
a
usefulness to the pyramid scheme
with
blinders on and the label police
stationed
to stave off logic
and
truthfulness when it comes
to
trying to find what Love can truly do
you
see in America
even
if that Nazarene
were
here today
we’d
just say
we’d
crucify him
on
pay per view
say
that he was crazy
inciting
riots
with
what he knew
EJR
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