POLITICAL Poem: America The…, by Caleb Tansey

America the nebulous, we cannot yet define thee,
America incredulous, your dreams of wealth do stymie.
America the infinite, America the cruel,
your hunger indiscriminate, you belch out sweat and fuel.
Thy holy ‘City upon a hill’ is a mountain o’er the rest
where water flows up and slakes the thirst
of billionaires and their jets.
Thy American Dream of a white picket fence
was truly fool’s errand dream,
for the suburban mother Benzo diet
belies a deeper disease.
For the cost of living is a free man’s soul,
and as he toils away his every night,
his dreams begin to invade the day
and divorce him from his inner life.
‘A free man must choose his way!’
was the first American dream,
but how can he embrace the world
if he drowns at your capitalist teet.
In America the plentiful, there’s enough to go around,
just drown the pleading poor with that pop music sound.
And when you see a forlorn face stepping off the train,
remember in America all bootstraps are made the same.

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