American Poetry

America speaks in tongues,
Her poetry  is the sound of  blood, mayhem, and gunfire. 

Her poetry is a freezing rain,
Which falls upon you and brings both discomfort and misbelief.
A numbing sting to the flesh, which is your flesh.
A numbing sting to the face, which 
is your face. 
A numbing sting which disables your speech, which shuts down both reason and insight.

Her poetry  reeks of false prophets, fear,
and surrendered dreams.

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  1. Thanks to you, who read my posts. I raise a warm beer to you.

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