Poem -

WE THE PEOPLE (in Sestina form)

What has America now become
A nation born to overcome
When did We The People succumb
To be tread on by tired tedium
Our forefathers would soon benumb
A country once adventuresome

Our homeland aborning adventuresome
A republic anxious to become
But now our endeavors are cold, benumb
Once strong but seemingly overcome
By sloth and snail-like tedium
How is it we stagger and succumb

It's not in our nature to succumb
We are a nation adventuresome
And don't find purchase in tedium
We strive until victorious we become
And we shall always overcome
Never to freeze nor to benumb

As a chrysalis is seen to benumb
It is patient but does not succumb
Its only mission is to overcome
To burst free and adventuresome
To beget what it is destined to become
The butterfly knows not tedium

No cause to wallow in tedium
And no effort should we benumb
States United we again become
A sovereign union will never succumb
Forward focused and adventuresome
With only ourselves to overcome

I believe this nation can overcome
We'll break the chains of tedium
The eagle soars, adventuresome
Our Honor we will not benumb
To weakness we do not succumb
What was once mighty, shall again become

America can Great become, with resolve to overcome
Not to give in or to succumb, but defy old tedium
Never again to benumb, our spirit is adventuresome

meeshu

 

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