An American Stands

 

Bombs are falling like spit from their lips

And though I lay amidst the rubble

Still I breath

 

With every gasp I defy them

Fists clenched tight for my right

To exist

 

Towers may crumble

War machines may rumble

In the distant hills

 

But I exhale

And blow them down

With my will to live

 

They are coming

With their destruction

And their kamikaze rhetoric

 

To infect a nation

to populate hate

multiplying fears

 

Yet here I stand

Atop the towers I can still see

Screaming across the seas

 

“You can’t kill a dream”

“You can’t kill a dream”

Reviews

[~*The Writer In Me*~]

Good poem on what America means. If only more people would feel this way.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Fantastic write. It's true you can't kill a dream. Wonderful. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Legion]

Rage! And don't stop. Kudos on a great act of defiance.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh yes... I love it... such powerful words of strength and determination... you give it your all no holds bar... Shout it out to the world my friend, you are somebody and no one can hold you down.