
I hope you weren't expecting an apology.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 222 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 05-16-09 - id: 2673762
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America.
As ugly as you are beautiful.
And yet I cringe
at this euro-centric hate.
This deprecation
of our eternal love affair
with individualism.
These stunning denunciations
of our poverty,
of our racism,
of our imperialism,
and we can't forget
(the haughtily declared)
anti-intellectualism.
To regale thee
with songs of liberty
justifies nothing.
But as the old world cringes
and the third suffers
(unmistakably and unspeakably)
We remain blissful?
Unaware?
No.
We remain self-consciously
devoted
to something our Atlantic neighbors
(those colonial mercantilist that so readily forget there enslavement of the earth)
will never understand,
a cause so devoid of personal
gain.
The world eyes us with steady suspension
and condemns and consumes
with eyes and mouths wide open.
Call us devoid of culture
devoid of meaning
sneering hateful and boorish.
But what we are not is selfish.
As we bleed and hemorrhage from
within
we spew ourselves upon the decaying world order.
Offering up our will.
I write this today
a liberal who has gleefully condemned
America.
But I revoke my harsh criticisms,
and youthful
condemnations
America remains unique in its disposition
and its commitment.
While Wilson
and
Roosevelt (the one with the stick that is)
may haunt us
in the worlds leering eyes.
But I hate to break it you y'all
we aint goin' nowheres.
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