American Handshake Poem by enne aig

American Handshake



There is one handshake that roughens
One that takes the bone and tears the meat
One hand shake that clears out longtime gains

There is one handshake that visits
And takes its reach more than the destination planned
Reducing source and taking back home drained treasures
Plundering nature's gift as it distributes favours

There is one handshake that leaves names
But changes moods and home grown ideologies
To fit cultures and ideologies fit for man and beast
In the name of cross cultural and ideological romance

There is one handshake that contaminates
The blood it meets with the blood it regenerates
Playing out the written down plans of mother nature
As if the train to doom has no brake to stop doomsday

This comely handshake is friendly to an extent
It does not leave you better than it met you
Something must give way if it must feed away
You must give in for you to withstand its heat

This handshake is like the breeze from the black rat
Its feel is sweet as it eats away a chunk of your wet flesh
Living your worse off than you ever felt before the touch

This hash handshake is even worse in America
Where foreign nationals are treated like shadows
Marked out and revered if their brain cells will cage them
And increase the cumulative national wealth of their host


This dreamed handshake will continue to be egoistic
With the world, it will continue to be deceptive
Its love for humanity will for ever remain individualistic
This handshake will never ever draw one in for an embrace
This handshake stretches all the way from America

Thursday, May 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Pure estimates of national advantage play a part in the minds of statesmen in taking decisions that concern other nation state, nationals and cross cultural bias.
Is there really any mutual advantage in an American handshake?
Is there at present a coherent body of moral ideas that may be efficaciously applied in international concerns

Some say Americans are self centered.
Others contend that every nation is.

The question is: Can we ever have a unified moral code?
And most importantly: What is behind the American handshake
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