I Hear America Screaming

I Hear America Screaming
(Inspired by Walt Whitman)

I hear America screaming, the varied lies I daily hear,

Those of politicians, each one singing their own tune   for each and themselves alone,

And in the background;

The soldier crying  as the doctor measures his amputee  leg,

The businessman singing  as he makes his fortune off others misfortunes and then sails off & away to the Bahamas,

The single mother asking what she shall feed her starving children, praying every night

The  old dying man mumbling, sleeping on the park bench, with no place left to go

The last animals dying as they breathe in the toxic fumes as they fall from the trees and wires

The union man’s song, the blue collar worker on his way in the morning,
Just to find the factory closed down

The beautiful singing of the daughter, or of the young wife taking care of her mother in her final days because she couldn’t afford a hospital at home

Each American singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, and never believing in sharing

For this day is what belongs to the day—the night always another beginning

Truth screaming with open mouths against an America in it’s very last glories and days

~ R.M.