Slowly Invading
Growing bigger and brighter
Modern America calls your name
The American dream
Dripping with contempt
Hard to obtain,
But still so soft to the touch
Constructed in your head
While wishing for a break
from the relentless heat
And analyzing the situation
influenced by your dreams
The American dream
Dripping with contempt
The dripping is complex
With hints of blood, red, and blue
The drippings, they collect
From the glorified dream,
That is just an empty net
For the hopeless happiness
That only lasts,
Not long enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Today can world have any dream but American one? This author describes the other side of the coin very well.