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The United Fates Of America (Free verse) by Lenore

Iron and stone are our slaves; We are liege to marble and steel; We go our ways through our sun filled days, Lifting our voices in loud self-praise-- Forgetting the Fates at their wheel. We build our bulwarks of stone, Skyscraper and culvert and tower, Till the man who now cowers, yet keen-nosed for power, Topples our monuments; In the space of a red-eyed hour. Kings of the world are we, With our jets of rocket speed, Till one heart of ice, who wouldn't think twice, Calls to us harshly to pay his high price. We were royally screwed indeed. Muscle and brain are our slaves; We are liege to iron and steel; But who shall say, tomorrow, today, That we shall not halt on our onward way To bow to the Fates at their wheel?

Christof 4-Sep-02/1:51 AM
It is very interesting, as an Englishman, to read an American view of America. I don't know if a lot of Americans really know how their country is viewed by a large part of the rest of the world, but this poem at least shows real awareness. All great Empires crumble eventually - it happened to Rome, it happened to Britain... The only quibble I have is that I don't think that he with the 'heart of ice', whom I take to be Osama Bin Laden, is either cold-hearted or hungry for power - I think he is extremely hot in his passions and not hungry for power for himself but rather fixated on removing the power of his enemies.




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