Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #408
The 'Merica I Know
by Belinda Roddie
The 'Merica I know is on strict life
support, the tubes linked to its arms and face,
as it rasps for breath, pleading for its wife
and kids to visit it. In this cold place
of white walls and white rooms, it tries to thrive,
yet its burden is caught in both the past
and present, as its deeds have harmed the lives
of everyone who does not dare to cast
a pallid and pale light from their own skin.
The 'Merica I knew was not perfect,
yet I believed it had some strength within
to become better. Now they all correct
me, as its prognosis gets worse and worse.
The experiment was, in fact, a curse.
by Belinda Roddie
The 'Merica I know is on strict life
support, the tubes linked to its arms and face,
as it rasps for breath, pleading for its wife
and kids to visit it. In this cold place
of white walls and white rooms, it tries to thrive,
yet its burden is caught in both the past
and present, as its deeds have harmed the lives
of everyone who does not dare to cast
a pallid and pale light from their own skin.
The 'Merica I knew was not perfect,
yet I believed it had some strength within
to become better. Now they all correct
me, as its prognosis gets worse and worse.
The experiment was, in fact, a curse.
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