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[title] => Let Us Be United
[time] => 2018-08-19 21:45:31
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[bodytext] => I was aware
I am aware
I will be aware
the new world order is a scare
How can things be so
the way they are now
How can humanity be degraded
is it because to technology we bow
No use for hard work
College is now just a waste
Everything is handed to today’s youth
a cruel world is hard to taste
Time out was for kindergarten
but now it’s for college too
I am aware of this weakness
I’ve tasted the cruel world and had to chew
It is pretty scary
the direction things have gone
The left and the right only fight
and the innocent people play the pawn
It’s a minute to twelve
another world war looms, that’s the fear
President Trump is not to blame
his mission to fix America is totally sincere
This poem will be hated by some
even though my beliefs are not Left or Right
Let the haters hate
bringing all Americans together shouldn’t be such a fight
Let us no longer divide
let’s stop the racism and stand American strong
Let us protect our homeland
this my friends cannot be so wrong
Written: 19 August 2018
Copyright © 2018 E. Wayne Searles. All Rights Reserved
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Let Us Be United
Contributed by
waynster
on
Sunday, 19th August 2018 @ 09:45:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I was aware
I am aware
I will be aware
the new world order is a scare
How can things be so
the way they are now
How can humanity be degraded
is it because to technology we bow
No use for hard work
College is now just a waste
Everything is handed to today’s youth
a cruel world is hard to taste
Time out was for kindergarten
but now it’s for college too
I am aware of this weakness
I’ve tasted the cruel world and had to chew
It is pretty scary
the direction things have gone
The left and the right only fight
and the innocent people play the pawn
It’s a minute to twelve
another world war looms, that’s the fear
President Trump is not to blame
his mission to fix America is totally sincere
This poem will be hated by some
even though my beliefs are not Left or Right
Let the haters hate
bringing all Americans together shouldn’t be such a fight
Let us no longer divide
let’s stop the racism and stand American strong
Let us protect our homeland
this my friends cannot be so wrong
Written: 19 August 2018
Copyright © 2018 E. Wayne Searles. All Rights Reserved
Copyright ©
waynster
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2018-08-19 21:45:31] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Let Us Be United
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 26th August 2018 @ 09:44:11 AM AEST (User
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we need to unite,
we always did,
who are we,
you, me, them,
those other ones
too
Just simple folk
you meet on the street
The Longfellow/'/s
Faulkner,
Hemingway,
Robert Frost,
Martin Luther King Jr.
et al...
everybody
you should ever draw
from or care about
Mom, Dad, Sis, Bro
And Wayne Searles
And the Lakota
And anybodies God
in Africa, the Middle East
or in East Asia,
and in Europe
too!
The Vantage Point
If tired tress I see again mankind,
Well I know where to hie me----in th edawn,
To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.
There amid lolling juniper reclined,
Myself unseen, I see in white defined
Far off the homes of men, and farther still,
The graves of men on an opposing hill,
Living or dead, whichever are to mind.
And if by noon I have too much of these,
I have but to turn on my arm, and lo,
The sunburned hillside sets my face aglow,
My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,
I smell the earth, I smell the bruised plant,
I look into the crater of ant.
A young, Robert Frost
Peace! |
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