oh, how you have settled, my
once-bold America,
into a morbid mold of empire
and greed, with only an
occasional bead of protest
popped and sighed
from the hardening mass
to be sure, a flower dies to
make fruit, and fruit
rots to feed soil...
are you dying, sweet
Liberty, to hasten decay?
to enrich your own
suffering Earth Mother?
is it sundown, my America?
no answer is certain;
life is good, be it long or
soon shot to eternal
splendor. meteors are
needed as much
as mountains
though it would appear so,
corruption was never
compulsory, and when
the cities of men
fall to avarice, there
are always the hills from
whence comes our
help, the bosom to which
we always return
is it sundown, my America?
then shine the sun black.
conceal well this great kingdom
of dust and stone. hide
the dreams of our Fathers
and tiptoe away; leave no taint
or stain on their graves
--Jo VonBargen 2011
Photo by Jo's son,
Ken.Phillips@KLPJPhoto.com - All Rights Reserved
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