I was born and raised in the home of the brave.
Taught to believe in the land of the free.
I have gave my salute for the red, white and blue.
Pledged my allegiance and stood for what it meant….
But never have I felt such contempt for myself
And all who still support this blasphemous court,
This den of thieves and liars who devise and conspire,
These pillars of society who pillage so very politely,
Living the life of luxury, riding the backs of you and me.
Plastic smiles and glad handshakes
All while America slowly breaks,
And it seems as if they have no care,
Just so long as they get their share.
Isn’t there a hero, somewhere?
I’m sure that’s how the story goes.
It can’t be just lies and lies composed.
The story of freedom? Just some brilliant prose.
Fictional characters created to be chose,
Perpetuated illusions of having a choice,
Dividing to conquer the one true voice.
The only thing real, the emotion above,
Everyone is no one when no one knows love!
And even with that, we’ve been ingesting the lies.
Generations have gone and we’re the next one to die.
Still we advance but stay mostly just blind,
Emotionally detached while claiming we’re kind.
Thinking we see with the best clarity,
Yet can’t see a thing past our egocentricity.
© Christopher Allen Breidinger
Excerpt from the book “Poet Christopher’s Scenes, Dreams, and Golden Schemes”
About the Author
Christopher Allen Breidinger is an American poet and author currently residing in Winter Haven, Florida with his wife and daughter. This is the third book in the Golden Trilogy Series. Be sure to also check out Scenes, Dreams, and Golden Schemes and Myths, Methods, and Golden Messages.
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