My Nation used to… hold my hand against monsters that went bump in the night She used to… uplift my adolescent dreams of deciding what is wrong, what is right My Nation used to applaud strangers and allow them into our fight In moments such as these… darkened by self imposed dread I had been raised to rally upon character I had been taught to only bring enough food for everyone to share, to share, to share.
My Nation used to… not fear the shadows but embrace the light She used to… promote my speech and demote the placard might Within the consoles of a closet…I could put my thoughts in a box And, my Nation used to rally me to fight, fight, fight
Little by little our rights are being exported to other countries. Countries we, as Americans, touted as, backwater, backwoods and backwards. Pro Choice? Pro Life? Pro…Do the Next Right Thing…is ebbing away.
So, you take a woman’s right to choose away? So, you take gay rights away? So, you take the environment away? Bit by bit, little pieces of Me/US gone!
Detention without Provocation
Surveillance Society ( a rapid expansion of data collection, storage, tracking, and mining)
I am not prepping for ‘doomsday’ but…I am concerned about the state of living in America.
In these days of changing ways. So called liberated days. A story comes to mind of a friend of mine.
Georgie boy was gay…I guess. Nothing more or nothing less. The kindest guy I ever knew. His mother’s tears fell in vain the afternoon George tried to explain…he needed love like all the rest.
There must be a mistake. How can my son not be straight? After all I’ve said and done for him?
Leaving home on a Greyhound bus. Cast out by the ones he love. A victim of these ‘gay days’ it seems. Georgie went to New York town. Where he quickly settled down. And soon became the toast of the great white way.
Accepted by Manhattan’s elite in all the places that were chic. No party was complete without George. Along the boulevards he’d cruise. And all the old queens blew a fuse. Everybody loved Georgie boy.
The last time I saw George alive?
Was in the summer of ’75! He said he was in love…
George attended the opening night of another Broadway hype. But before the final curtain fell, deciding to take a short cut home. Arm and arm they meant no wrong. A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue. Out of a darkened side street came a New Jersey gang with just one aim…to roll some innocent passer-by. There ensued a fearful fight. Screams rang out in the night. Georgie’s head hit a sidewalk cornerstone. A leather kid, a switchblade knife. The sight of blood dispersed the gang. A crowd gathered…the police came. An ambulance screamed to a half on Fifty-Third and Third.
Georgie’s life ended there! But I ask who really cares?
George once said to me…and, I quote…
Never wait or hesitate. Get in kid before it’s too late. You may never get another chance. Cause youth is a mask…but it don’t last. Live it long, Live it fast.
Georgie was a friend of mine!
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