Caution Light Red
If the earth was a giant tortoise
Plodding across the zodiac
Like a shoeless hobo on his way to New Orleans
How would the moon sleep?
In the afterglow
Of its virgin lunar soil
And the cryptocurrency fields of green
Of our home world
Plundered and looted
By billionaire funded creepiness
Conspiring with the American Mussolini
To grope Lady Liberty
Like deconsecrated men of the cloth
Seeking salvation
Beneath the copper robes
Of the French lady in New York Harbor
Who bears the torch of our ill-fated freedom
But she will not go quietly into the darkness
Because even hell hath no fury
Like that of a woman in love with America
Whose tears turn to flames,
Witnessed by passengers
On the Staten Island ferry,
That Burn a path of liberty
As an antidote for the arsenic
Of dystopian soma
That goes down smooth as
A pint of Irish cream aperitif
Before the vultures feast on the carrion
Of the American Dream
Outstanding piece. Your words written here capture the true meaning of America in 2025. Excellent!
Deep gratitude Visions. Indeed, these feelings I think many Americans and people from other countries have in our day and time. And I believe Lady Liberty, meaning the spirit of America, will rise triumphantly, because I believe we the people will not be subjected in the long run to the yoke of tyranny. I appreciate your comment truly and greatly. Thank you from my heart and soul.
John