A poem inspired by the attempted selling of US ports in 2006.
What price to ask for glories shores?
A penny cast into the sea;
We sell, we trade, unloose the moors.
To Emirates upon our doors,
A quarter tossed for you and me.
What price to ask for glories shores?
Our ports are sold like common stores,
A dollar drove commodity;
We sell, we trade, unloose the moors.
Are they to pimp like sully whores?
A dime pitched at security.
What price to ask for glories shores?
Cries upon congressional floors,
A note of incongruity;
We sell, we trade, unloose the moors.
To hand us over just abhors,
The free for foreign currency,
What is the cost to glories shores?
You sell; you trade, then loose the moors.
(Copyright 2006 J L Carey Jr. as first published in The Uncommon Sense Magazine.)
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