NO PLACE TO GO

I waited for so very long,

Looked forward, away, from this throng,

These fields of blood and misery,

Looked for my chance at liberty;

Beyond the seas, and over there,

I’d heard about a land so fair,

Cities of white so clean and fresh,

As opposed to this blackest death;

One day I found a quite small space,

A chance to dream – to leave this place,

Set sail for my fair land of peace,

To know freedom’s sweetest release;

America – the home of the brave,

Where liberty rules – all are saved,

Lady in harbor waved at me,

Finally, at last – here – I’m free!

What’s this? I saw, and felt, and cried,

Freedoms left – so many died,

Death abounds here and it’s not white,

Abortions, taxes, rules and blight!

What will I do if this is all?

My vision – beauty – will it fall?

If this place falls – last Shangri-La,

Where will we go, we’ve gone too far?

PTR January 25, 2010