Thursday, May 13, 2010

Simple rhyme time on a complicated issue is like writing on tissue

These poems are somewhat a simplistic look at patriotism and how I feel about the U.S.  They had been reviewed as oversimplified with its rhyme scheme but it worked for me as I attempted to get a message across.  It would be nice to redo them with a more classical approach to poetry and with a more structured format. After looking at them, I see an adolescent mind at work.

Pleas and Please
Whispering nations look upon us the notorious, the infamous U.S.
The people and the land are good and gracious.
To their President, why do you hate us?
Foreign countries depleted of resources ending up in the hands of the armed forces.
Gangsters, guns and government do not make an equal opportunity parliament.
We are humble people with humble roots, yet you still steal, rob and shoot.
Governments make up hypocrisy, while spirited people seek out intimacy.
Fight and holler all you want to, God, Buddha, Allah ought not to.
One nation, one people, under God, this is not exclusive to the U.S. at all.
The people of earth, they understand, those who work hard with human hands.
They are the ones who respect Mother Earth and the land, you see it is one of God's great command.
Cha Ching
Trade and sell is the American dream.
Is this slogan only for the creme de la cream?
Tough and troubling decisions lay at the common man's feet.
Wise and wicked minds waver, balance and fight to compete.
Equal the system because the rich and the poor
is going to result in the end event of war.
Ask Ron Artest how his day in Detroit was?
A man just being true to his own blood rush.
He beat a man down to fight the fan's fuss.
Pumping his muscles because he had quite enough.
Money had nothing to do with his needs.
He started fighting for what he believed.
Celebrities, stars, live the life of the rich and the famous.
These stories just keep getting more and more heinous.
We see corporate criminals hide their assets in the Caymans.
TV just gave a million a show to one man named Raymond.
$33,000 for one minute on a half hour sitcom?
$.12 a minute- minimum wage is most deftly wrong.
Money opens the door to the way of the world.
For the lucky have names like Christian Dior.
Wonderful wishes and necessary needs,
Meet where the young and old often concede.
Spirited people choose to find balance.
Chances and choices emerge from the challenge.
Children of all nations need food and clothes.
Their mothers need a chance for their lives to unfold.
Taken from the hungry and poor simple people,
All that they want is to earn their own staple.
Corporations with greed try to but cannot hide,
From those who believe in themselves and have pride.
America are you Babylon reborn?
The rest of the world still seems war torn.
Problems evolving and plaguing the Nation.
George W. Bush believes in war instead of cessation.
Is it money he sees flowing in oil?
Is it because the U.S. lacks it in its own soil?
People, educate yourself from the masses.
Remember the words of the biblical passages.
Babylon rose with lust and greedy desire.
America this seems like the life you acquire.
Greed and deceit, is it the American dream? 
The powers that be is still the creme de la cream.
Do you hear the ching ching of slot machines?
Or do you hear pennies drop while young children scream?
As the numbers get larger the words multiply.
Maybe this is the ultimate reason for such massive lies.
Hundreds and thousands of dollars drown common sense.
Are you a person still willing to sit on the fence?
People with money act like they have certain rights.
The cost of their thinking does not make them bright.
When poor people are constantly beat,
They will tear down the nice and the neat.
Money is here and money is gone.
My mind keeps questioning what on earth has gone wrong.
Wonder why poor people can't make the grade.
While the rich people complain about their lack of shade.
Ignorance is tool for those who have bliss.
Information is the only thing that's amiss.
Comfortable society doesn't mess with numbers.
It is these folk who choose to slumber.
Warmth, wisdom and knowledge,
Adding two plus two does not require college.
Complacency is not for the meek.
The true and the strong will build upon what we speak.
Once in time, Columbus sailed the seven seas
disregarding myths with convicted curiosity.
Italian born but bonded by Spanish domain,
for better or for worse, surrendered to Great Britain's claim.
America, Americus or Asia, reason to relearn history's ABC's.
Admiral, six hundred years later, ignorance is still in the lead.
Unwise politicians with suffering citizens still among us today,
with power passed and spread much like a Shakespearean play.
Shakespeare’s players suffered from deception, doom, dishonor and death.
Americans, we are losing due to demand, distribution and the most intangible deficit.
No doubt, we share the heart of a united nation.
I strain to give voice to our blind dedication.
Understand purple mountains, green hills and yellow valleys.
Wonder who else will surrender to our closest allies?
I am a foreigner in this warring nation.
Like Columbus, I seek my own emancipation.
My lack of knowledge continues to ask emphatically,
“Are you still deployed by her regal Majesty?”
For, if I were to tell you the world is round?
Would you believe me if I was white, yellow, black or brown?
Remember, I too have stood on the shores of Tripoli
and protested when the world played the same tricks on me.
Scholars discern Columbus once sailed that flat sea.
I too am the hyphenated American that has come to be.
AMERICANS, can't you hear my plea?
We are the same people with the same history.
Are you still played by Shakespeare's despairing fate or are
you the revolutionarily conscious who keenly participates?
Foreign Exchange
They come to the land of the great,
the red, white and blue,
our 50 star state flag waving
and beckoning them to land
on the shores of One nation under God.
World comrades arrive
in the fight for better lives ,
shedding their prior coat of arms
as they reach for
the great American dream.
Innocent new faces
spread across the Great Divide,
gaining amateur perspective
all in quest of homeland evaluation.
For unburdened eyes
new adventure awaits.
As old eyes grace their presence
we foolishly sit in disgrace
trying to make them speak One language
with attempt to change their spiritual grounding
to cater to our whim,
mocking them for they are not One of us,
but more like foreign matter in our eyes.
Our country’s truth offers
no apologies or ratifications
for the errors in the process of creating
this One nation.
A country founded by disease warfare
and race elimination.
A country co-founded by the cosigning fathers
signatures resolute in mitigating
modus operandi for freedom,
inherently concocted by confusion
in rank and race,
recounted 200 years later.
This country’s current residents
refuse to see the evolution of politics
within inconsistent procedures and policies
advocating only for the elite and the rich.
Democratic commerce and trade with commodity
similar to a slave market.
Currently living with unsolved mysteries
lurking behind presidential assassinations
and in the denial of extraterrestrial existence
or alien spaceships,
employing services like a military obligations
that require asking no questions and receiving no answers.
For killer of tribes and owners of captured men
make mark in the land of the brave,
yet we find new minds, hopes and dreams
still coming to the Grand Station.
The hustle and bustle of life and struggle
and the dream of free will invites them.
They come in representation of foreign countries
honed in on tradition and cultural customs.
Adding to the recipe of democracy
and equality in a masses of ideas,
if only they knew justice
was not equally rationed for  individual peace.
Why do they come?
What do they offer?
With the right to take a breath
With the right to learn lessons
from vast landscapes within hearts
and to shake the hands of fellow men.
To be one among many.  

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