11-9-2016

11-9-2016 On Election night, twentysixteen I saw a strange and surreal scene I looked cross the great harbor at Lady Liberty that night And I knew right away, something wasn’t right I saw Lady Liberty and she was crying Because the America she loved, now was dying She once welcomed millions to this golden shore But now they ‘re not welcome here anymore I thought of Ellis Island, where they once came through the doors Millions of feet crossing the Great Hall’s floors They brought their hopes, they brought their dreams They brought their plans, they brought their schemes They brought their laughter, they brought their tears They brought their love and they brought their fears They came with their families or came alone Some names we know, but most unknown They joined the huddled masses already here The marginalized, the forgotten, the second-class tier The wretched refuse that made this land great Yet met with derision, scorn and hate the First Peoples of this Mother Earth forced off the land of their ancestors birth forced to flee, run and hide one step ahead of the Genocide those that suffered from old Jim Crow pleading for rights, met with a NO When they were polite and asked with a Please They were met with a Noose thrown over the trees Many worked hard and were met with success Their children grew up to be America’s best Many here now forget where they came Their immigrant ancestor, can’t remember the name Can’t remember the ancestor that came here by boat Can’t remember the issues or the last vote Once we were great but that’s in the past Don’t blame us that it didn’t last Our country is changing from sea to sea Too many people not like me The only way is to take it back go out and stop them, go on the attack The others are the people that caused our pain Push them all out, again we will gain So he vowed an America, that’s once again great To get there, he said, America must hate Hate those others that are not like us Put them again on the back of the bus America first! and thats not all protect ourselves, lets build a wall We can bring back the greatness of a past day All we have to do is chant U-S-A The lamp beside the golden door Doesn’t seem so bright anymore It sounds so simple, but it’s really so Grand An idea we once used to build this land E Pluribus Unum, Out of Many, One An idea that that’s Sinking with the Setting Sun By John Gordon