The American Dream
There was a time when life flowed
Slowly like a perfect meadow stream,
Fresh was the air, blue was the sky,
And everyone had a chance to live the
American dream.
These things that use to be will never
Come again, we have put a hole in the
Sky, all because of our selfish greed, we
Are destroying earth out of self-seeking
Hunger for the things that we really do
Not need.
The sky is no longer clearly blue, only
A dingy hue, the rivers and streams are
Filled with debris, between Heaven
And earth a cloud of toxic waste, yes
We are destroying this planet and doing
So with increasing speed.
Our wetlands are taken away sold to build
Summer a get-away, gone are the lands,
Forest and streams that wildlife was free to
Roam, today it is where greedy people build
Million dollar homes.
Listen, are the birds still singing a joyous
Song, animals are not happy because our
Backyards are where, mountain lions, foxes
And deer use to make their homes. Their
Lives changed, their feeding grounds gone,
We never give it a thought where did we
Expect them to call home?
Nature tries to correct our mess with hurricanes,
Tornados, fires and such, but Mother Nature may
Think that the rest is up to us. It appears we do
Not care and one day all there may be are crumbling
Buildings, bridges and monuments all turned to dust.
Where you ask is that American dream, its lost
Among the rubble of crooks and banking schemes?
The planet will die and waste away in fishless oceans
And down dirty mountain streams. There was a time
When the life flowed slowly like a perfect meadow
Stream, fresh was the air, blue was the sky, and everyone
Had a chance to live the American dream.
Other Books by author:
- Fragments of Time
- A Passage into Madness
- Asterial Thoughts
- A Sachet of Poetry
- Rutted Roads
- Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts
- Reflections of Poetry
- Beyond the Voices
- Honeysuckle Memories
- Echoing Images from the Soul
- A Journey into the Soul
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Truth poetic…our world is a mess, both the environment and society.
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Thank you. E.
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Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
Another take on the American Dream. — kenne
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Thank you Ken. E.
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So very, very, sad
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Thank you Derrick. E.
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It’s more of a nightmare than it is a dream. Well said.
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Thank you, and you are right. E.
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Poetry is good and all to describe and share. But it’s not the reality, except to the people who feel them. The reality is what is. Regarding those wonderful times, they were, to some degree, for even then, there were difficulties, as there always is. Yes, times were better, on the whole, but white picket fences and weekend picnics weren’t everyone’s experience. Each one of us, in our own lives with others, makes the difference, however small, on tomorrow. Yes, we have the choice to be happy, see the good, be responsible, and even be doomer gloomers if so chosen. All one has to do is study communist nations of the past to see we have the opportunities here for so much better.
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