Restrained Independence

I knew Kat Myrman would come up with something highly appropriate for the 4th of July. I am posting this late but the ideas are, unfortunately, of continuing relevance.

Looking first at Kat’s commentary following the poem, I have a slightly different feeling of pride in the USA. The more I read from many commentators makes me fear that I might be proud of a country I once knew. I have lived outside the US for the past twenty-five years. But then I take heart.

Russian meddling in elections or not, the US voting electorate made a mistake. Non-voters made a mistake by not voting (I am in this group). I have faith in a belief that states we can make mistakes but can also survive and correct. We (the US) are a nation that elected Nixon despite warnings from Eisenhower. I served in the US Army in Europe during the Carter years. That was a time of derisive comments about US policy ineffectiveness and peanuts. Not a good time.

Too much digression here. However, I am fascinated by the cleverness of Cleave Poems. Perhaps we will be able to erase column two when we wake up from the National Nightmare, something that may take two years. Or maybe the Confessor-in-Chief will give it up before then. We can only hope.

Independence Day – A Cleave Poem

(A Cleave poem is three poems in one. First read column one, top to bottom, then column two, then each line across.)

Independence Day

they sought freedom / a better life
on a distant shore / just over the Rio Grande
a month’s long journey by water / across treacherous terrain
entire families / they came with nothing
risking everything / but their precious children
to chase a dream / only to face a nightmare
when met with hardship / separated by icy hate
the people fought / begging for mercy
for freedom and liberty / for their babies, now orphaned
a cost too dear / by a once shining beacon
too pay / a lady, now looking away
some would say / on a hill
bloodshed and glory / she’s building a wall
the ultimate sacrifice / it can’t come too soon
paid by heroes / whatever the cost
for our independence / to protect them from us

~kat

For some this is a day of national pride and celebration, barbecues, family gatheries and fireworks. For others, it is a continuing nightmare. We have forgotten that most of us were foreigners and refugees once. I cannot celebrate until we remember.

 

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