Birthright
for this is my home
such as it is
a hole where a garden grew
with a mother to till it
I look within
for traces of either
father brews his anger
a livid liquid
my siblings consume
cold dishes of recompense
are the fare at our table
the centerpiece
Holy and righteous
in the cool mist my quest begins
the night is silent and terrifying
more so than a hail of bullets
for I know they await ... somewhere
they see me
my mates are unknown to me
yet we are of one heart
one purpose
the ocean is vast
our craft unworthy
the Lady calls
so we imagine
she lights the way
so we believe
she awaits in welcome
so it is said
in hushed and hopeful tones
surely we all will perish
to remain in bondage
or vanish as free souls
upon the winds of freedom
is that a choice ,,,
I am one of a few
survived
to see the fire
in the distance
but it is artificial
the lady is stone
she does not move
she does not speak
her eyes see not
there are words inscribed
like the words of young boys
wishing a favor
promises and vows to lure
to trick
to get
I came to the land
of Lady Liberty
seeking a prince
but it is a land
of Kings
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Author Notes
Any immigrant from a war torn country fleeing to America seeking asylum and safety.
NOTE: Without rhyme and meter, you must keep ALL of your other tools in use to give a poetic feel to your piece. Alliteration, consonance, assonance, and imagery are critical to avoid just being words on a page. Meaning is critical, of course, but never forget, this is poetry. I'm talking to MYSELF more than anyone to be honest. LOL
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