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IN OUR OWN POMPEII

IN OUR OWN POMPEII

IN OUR OWN POMPEII

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

So you say its Gods fault

that we are living in the shadows of the past

and that America is just a flicker

of the blazing fire

that once dominated our pride.

How power corrupts

and the policing activities of its arms

has ripped out

the meaningful fiber of our allegiance.

The long and winding country road

where fathers like their Sons

fought for a patriotic symbol now gone.

Where men and women did not feel used

by a government who takes

and never gives back

in a wholesome and truthful way as yore.

So you think God has turned his back on us

but the winding of our chasms

are interlocked like the workings of a clock

and when a cog breaks

the whole nation will come to a stop.

Looking back

we were an immature people believing

that Faith in fellow man

would always turn the hand of fate.

Oh how corruption showed its face

and departed our Wisdoms.

When our daughter made the prom night

we instinctually knew she was growing up

never to be raped by humanity

we stood the test by delivering for Uncle Sam.

So you say

God has created all these tribulations

sinking us into the fathoms

of a paper bathysphere knowing death is nigh

drawing the flag of our demise

crying for what peace was never, and War was.

So in our doom, life is bleak

for we have allowed these disruptions to peak

to become entrenched in our own Pompeii.

The castings or shadows

will always remain to fetter in the wind

allowing greed and hunger of material wealth

to rein over our simple sovereignties.

What does a man stand to lose

manufacturing weapons of War for profit?

Looking back at the unison

wives became whores to the men on the field

enrooted by government jobs

so that the killing of men, women and children

would be completely obliterated.

Passions for one

were never the passions for all

and this is why God has turned his face.

Mercy does not live in the Truman’s of the World

for the neck of Kayos must be cut.

God Bless us all- in our own Pompeii..

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