Bring me your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
So that I might asphyxiate them and coolly call it fair dealing

I am everything foretold of the Rapture, in all its glory
Only the exact opposite, and without a hint of irony

I am the red line on the sign that reads as such:
“You must be this tall to ride Lady Justice,”
Anyone who comes up short triggers the guillotine

I am the prize that rewards shady dealings
As long as I get a lucrative kickback in return
Kinda like a pimp or a crooked DEA agent
Screw me and feel the sting of my backhand
Or worse; feel the cool steel of my justice

I am the law of equivalent exchange
Perverted, beaten, sodomized and tricked-out
To the most discriminating influential Johns

I am the system of loopholes and unpaved potholes
Designed to consume the broken remains of the nameless
So that they’re no longer public eyesores in my utopia

I erase what is already invisible.

I am the sliding scale powered only by gold and privilege
I am splendiferous bureaucracy and idiotic letter of the law
I am the thorny rod for those who dare to dream

I am the absurdity of criminalizing mothers with the audacity of hope

I ensure that the have-nots register their nots
And enforce that their have-nots are not legally binding
In accordance with the Law of Nots,
Ensuring that their nots
Are not someone else’s have-nots

Or God forbid, another’s have-somes

I am the waking, walking,
Living, breathing,
Relentless, incessant
Nightmare of the voiceless who find
Far too little comfort in the charity of others

I am the New American Dream

(Inspired by this heart-wrenching story: http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_thelookout/20110425/us_yblog_thelookout/rally-for-prosecuted-homeless-mom-who-sent-son-to-a-better-school-district)



"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

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I must say again... The last two stanzas are truly what make the poem. There is a great show of honesty, brutal in fact & disgruntled emotion which makes it all the more better. I'm glad you posted this here.

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This this resonates with me...

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

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and disappointment very well. Poignant and true. Thanks for this peace.

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>I am the waking, walking,
>Living, breathing,
>Relentless, incessant
>Nightmare of the voiceless who find
>Far too little comfort in the charity of others


^This^ should be published! ... Somewhere ... Anywhere ... where bleeding eyes and itching ears can see and HEAR!



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