All The Same! Comments

A great poem, a lot of work needs to be done to make a fair world.

The Blessed Ones i am legal immigrant, driving a taxi while my children are schooled, and my wife studies to become an LVN, the young black man who values education, the gratitude of the poor who still have opportunity. i am the books, free for all to read without censure. i am the Vietnamese family whose children speak English, loves liberty and works to run a small but thriving business, the young Sioux poet, whose words sound like tears. i am the warrior who lives on, and who has kept his culture.... the sound of the oil derrick, the feet of soldiers bringing death to terrorists and islamic fascists, i am the grandson of the miner, who did come out and went to college. the union organizer free to speak, despite the stupidity of his argument. i am the independent contractor, thankful to have a job, the warm floor of the church that runs the soup kitchen, i am the old woman who lived well surrounded by family and friends because she planned ahead and did not rely on Social Security, the sound of the church organ, in the tabernacle filled with worshipers, i am the teacher and the student, the sound of the band and orchestra, . i am the whistle of the train that sings of opportunity, i am the child adopted, by a normal hardworking couple, i am the mission, the soup line, and the shelter.... the family loved by the congregation, the hands of God in the world, i am the song of America, i am the wind of freedom. i am the torch of justice, the bridge that has a multitude of names. i am liberty, initiative, and opportunity, one in the same! There is a great deal that is right about this country!