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Requiem for My Country

October 5, 2018

A poem written in response to the confirmation of Justice Brett Kavanaugh.  His political and judicial philosophy, along with that of his conservative colleagues, undermines the rights and freedoms the Founders fought for.   

 

 

Requiem for My Country

 

I see:

 

Valley Forge
On stark blanched snow
Scarlet footprints
Pumped from the 
defiant heart of a Nation.

 Which, ALONE
"holds these truths to be self-evident"

 

An airless room in Philadelphia
Where great-souled men 
Formed a New Creation;
Unique in the World,
Government 
For "We, the People."
And Franklin saw the
Rising Sun
On a chair

 

Gettysburg 
Littered with bloated stinking
Dead men 
"A new birth of freedom."
From the corpses of thousands
Who "died to make men free."

 

At the Memorial of that
Great Man
Countless millions
galvanized
By the explosive vision
Of the Southern preacher 
And a woman with a
Powerful voice
Who drew forth
The transforming Music
Of "The Dream"

 

A Senate chamber
Another woman
With a powerful voice
Head held high
Swallowing black bile
Words,
Trembling on her lips

 

The Truth, a Weapon,
Powerful enough
If HEARD
To crumble countless fortresses 
Of lies. And stifling chambers of silence


But her words fell 
Harmless
On impenetrable walls
Sheltering the Powers
Washington and Lincoln
Defeated.

 

And looking past that room.
I see


Wavering through hot tears
In the ghostly reflection 
of Franklin's chair--
In the creeping blackness 
In the East--
Not a Rising, 
but a Setting 
Sun

 

 

 

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