American Aisling Poem by Sam Edison

I see her standing on top of a great mountain
She is staring out to sea
She is the girl next door but yet so exotic
The blood of every ethnicity

She summons me to come closer
She wants to tell me her story
She went from being the servant of a king
To the personification of glory

She started off from a humble beginning
A farm girl from open land
She knows she was born from murder
The bloods stained on her hand

So yes she’ll admit in childhood
She didn’t always treat others well
The former servant even had servants
For it was written out of hell

For this great shame she felt so bad
It was tearing her apart
She then battled within herself
Her greed versus her heart

Finally her conscious took over
A changed woman she become
Working hard as stone for industry
In the factory her day begun

By night she created inventions
That would change the world we knew
Working endlessly by day and night
Her skin was black and blue

Around that time she opened up her home
For those dreaming of a better life
To this day she never closed her door
Helping all like she’s their wife

A brawl began on foreign land
She was forced to join that fight
A witness to so much horror
Till darkness gave way to light

They celebrated victory
Created new forms of song
She changed the face of music
It was her destiny all along

Swinging to Jazz and drinking whiskey
She became a movie star
She matured to a sex symbol
Entertaining near and far

So caught up in jubilation
Could not see what was in store
Her pockets then ran empty
She starved and she was poor

And even in those dark times
She continued to entertain
Her beauty on the silver screen
As an icon she’ll remain

As she was busy rebuilding herself
Some evil men arose
Once again she went to battle
She was dealt some heavy blows

As she was face to face with evil
The world she had to save
Never a greater burden on her shoulders
Never was she as so brave

Those demons finally fell
And empires began to crumble
She rose out of the world’s ashes
To greatness she did not stumble

Her success brought her a rival
That devil did wear red
She knew that if they went to arms
It would leave too many dead

Still she would not fear the beast
An eagle stared down that bear
She planned to win by her achievement
Her enemy could not prepare

Her splendor influenced them
And the beast tore down that wall
Burying that red dress
Large obstacles now seemed small

In freedom they’d grow together
There was so much promise in the air
She continued her innovating
Her beauty a glowing glare

Then new enemies attacked her
And she’s still feeling weak
Knowing that she seen better days
Reminiscing of her peak

She now stands here feeling broken
Her money it seems spent
Feeling that she been here before
And those times came and went

Still elegantly dressed in stars and stripes
She looks at me and weeps
Painfully thinking to find new ways
She needs a few new tweaks

I held her tightly in my arms
She told me she would find a way
To regain all of her past glory
Or her names not U.S.A