went to the funeral
this morning...
men and women of all ages,
all backgrounds, all colors,
stood in line to pay respect.
workers, laid off workers,
workers without hope
of a job....
we viewed the body,
the preacher said kind words,
bringing back memories...
then to the graveyard.
buried beneath an old tree
in a corner soon forgotten...
the headstone read:
Made In America!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Solid. You really write some amazing poems and this is definitely one of them. I love what you did here, it's another that would act as a song of our times.