4th of July

The hair of a bigwig Fly away like wings of an American eagle While his words, they hawk emotions Like a native Indian war cry And the right and left, foxed, they look at A bald eagle and a meat packer called Uncle Sam Searching for the beauty of ambidexterity Forgetting it is one mighty…

4th Of July

A celebration of all things American. Elise Island, the Statue of Liberty, Uncle Sam Who really was a meatpacker Called Samuel Wilson, the power Of community and the boldness of individuality. And in this state of affairs Of a nation, that shepherds the world With compass and cartography, Of the cosmopolitism of our own morals…

America

They look North And they see a welfare system Of a generous maple leaf nation. The sugar maple destinies of Syrian refugees Slinking through Ataturk’s ambit Through little geometries in Cappadocia. They look South They see mules stashed with babies And fetuses, crossing the Chihuahua dessert Plodding on cracked earth Crawling through a little hole…

November 8th 2016

They say an election is a battleground To elect the lesser evil. Acidic words were exchanged Accusations possessed sinews and wings Rhetoric was belligerent and truth-drifted As tongues were slashing swords And rib cages were armored shields Bouncing off acryl words Here, there is only enough room For a comb-over or a power skirt And…

If I was a Democrat…….

If I was a democrat I would graft a little bit Of William’s charm and panache Disinherit the long face of Kerry Still be a honest hard-working diplomat I would take a train or Greyhound to work Seated with my voter-base and be a regular Joe But mostly I would look at a tall chic…

A Tribute to Nancy Reagan (from a foreigner)

It is with great tragedy and sorrow that I hear of the death of Mrs Nancy Reagan, the first lady of the former president Ronald Reagan, who led this great nation that we know as America from 1980 to 1988. Nancy’s legacy is of an untouchable, who was a pioneer contributor to make stem cell…

End Of Innocence

There are roots in the heartland The deep and the unbreakable – like what a good Christian woman Would do when she sees a beggar Holding a signboard asking for a dollar Or a fiber-wrapped chamber Igniting to burn like wildfire – from the depths of the conscience When she comes across a Syrian refugee…