Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
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Everything except language
knows the meaning of existence.
Trees, planets, rivers, time
know nothing else. They express it
moment by moment as the universe.
Even this fool of a body
lives it in part, and would
have full dignity within it
but for the ignorant freedom
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War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
War is never over
So when you welcome heroes home
Remember in their minds they hold
Memories known to them alone
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PART I (excerpt)
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Where barbarous hordes on Scythian mountains roam,
Truth, Mercy, Freedom, yet shall find a home;
Where'er degraded Nature bleeds and pines,
From Guinea's coast to Sibir's dreary mines,
Truth shall pervade the unfathomed darkness there,
And light the dreadful features of despair.
Hark! the stern captive spurns his heavy load,
And asks the image back that Heaven bestowed.
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They reside on the other side of the city
They bathe in the quiet and still fertility
They own yard-keepers and docile servants
Dogs, cats, hyenas and precious plants.
They breathe the camphorated air like us
Swallow the transparent and abominable dust
Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers like saints
Like our siblings living under the tiny tents.
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My house is just that
A place for sleeping and belonging
But I don't want to go into it
Because of my issues from my trauma
My social media is for connections
But I'm terrified of the prison
Of my family's hate
and their relentless criticism
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The love and game astry,
Heartache and sorrow here to stay
Memories of you still linger on
But now I stand here all alone
The laughter and love we shared
The promises we made and dared
To keep forever in our heart
But now our love forever parts
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Dear Ex,
I've finally moved on
From all the lies you told
The pleasure you offered was poison to life
The shadow of myself you were
But I've come into light
Dear Ex
My sweet canary just loves to sing,
with his yellow beak and golden wing.
His lovely songs will make you shake,
all other tunes will sound a fake.
But as I sit and think alone,
I feel my heart is made of stone.
My precious bird could be my sin,
I keep his soul well locked within.
For every soul is born so free,
I doubt your mind will disagree.
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Longing for freedom to rain from the heavens
Waiting for a flood of liberation to wash away the chains
But who am I to predict, what’s to come our way?
Have we ever really been truly free anyway?
I’ve been sat down my whole life, told what to do
I’ve watched my loved ones be worked like a cog
What dog thought organic matter could work in a machine
They ground down the ones I loved, and I sat a prisoner
to a fate and a design I never asked for
Can’t be free when you’re a hostage,
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