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,
For "We, the People."
And Franklin saw the
Rising Sun
On a chair


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
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
Trembling on her lips


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

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


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 




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