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lonely night (where is America?)

Hey America, it’s me again, and I’m not so sure if you can hear me. I’ve been giving you all I’ve got, Can I get a little something back? Cause I’m trying real hard to believe that the Dream is still alive but Holy shit is it getting hard to survive, America please, show me a sign, Because I’m standing here with shaking hands clinging to the promise of your brave free land, But here I am Barely holding on, What’s happening, America? Are you there, do you care, What happened to my dad in Vietnam? why did the mall just lay off my mom, What’s going on, America? Why am I working every day For 8 dollars an hour pay, why isn’t there good food to eat, and I’ve got friends who sleep on the street in Seattle America? Come on, America! Give me Something to believe in, because it’s getting so hard, Fuck! I got a brother who graduated college and works for ihop trying to pay off student debt (he wants to kill himself, and his friend already did) America, what happened in Iraq? When is Jenna going to get her leg back, America? Why won’t she smile like she used to do, America Show your face, where are you? America are you hiding behind the closed casinos in Atlantic City, are you in the thousand miles of Minnesota corn that once was prairie? America, I’m trying to be brave But it’s getting Harder every day, Because I’m afraid you aren’t there And I can’t keep looking forever, America, My world is falling apart, Where are you, America! The system isn’t working, We’re pushing titanic problems unresolved beneath the carpet, Oh my God America, the Nation that Rests on the blade of knife above an abyss of lies, the gun-drunk Bible-clutching gasoline-loving Consumption flooding Empire of greed, built on the weak and fueled by Methamphetamine, America, the pre-conceived The facade of success, The We’re the best, the Talking heads, America, The frontier of the West, the screams of New York City are the cries of those poor Apaches who never did make it back to New Mexico, America…come on and show me, just a glimpse is all I need, Because America, please trust me, I truly want to believe…

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About marcofreschi

I live in the Ocean and write poetry View all posts by marcofreschi

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