The Brass Ring Poem by David Welch

The Brass Ring



You hear it on the TV these days,
and sadly in the classroom,
fools running down America,
proclaiming that we deserve doom.
Ignoring that all their rantings
in other lands would get them shot,
so determined to play victim
they're all forgotten what they've got.
They very nation they despise
is what protects their lambasting,
you won't find such freedom elsewhere,
America is the brass ring.

You see it in foolish children
who say everything's about race,
it's not entirely their fault,
iheir professors taught them to hate.
Thinking that their ‘identity'
is defined for them by their birth,
falling into the same damn trap
that has ravaged so much of Earth.
The whole point of America
is to free you from such stupid things,
don't squander the chance to be you,
the great blessing of the brass ring.

You see it in politicos
who endlessly rant, and deplore;
any who don't fit their ideals,
they demonize loud, or ignore.
So convinced they own history,
they cannot admit that they're wrong,
that no ideal solves all problems,
that the counter-voices belong.
Spiting on the Consitution,
endless in their damn meddling,
so hungry for power and fame
that some would destroy the brass ring.

You see it in the tech-fascists
and assorted media twits,
who can't look at a new idea
without trying to censor it.
Thinking they can force us to
accept all of their strange ideals,
believing that their very words
can alter everything that's real.
Not seeing any problem with
the vicious act of censoring,
thinking that they're ‘beyond' free speech,
they'd love to silence the brass ring.

Then there's all of the naysayers
who focus only on our sins,
say we're evil down to our core,
and that we all should be done in.
Find one country in this wide world
that has not made some bad mistakes,
it's a constant on human nature,
from which no person can escape.
At least we try to correct them,
always strive to be improving,
slavery and discrimination
were cut down here in the brass ring.

They seem to forget the good stuff,
and good lord do we have a lot,
freedom to live the life we chose,
to speak, and express our true thoughts.
Full equality under law
brings endless opportunity,
work for another or start your own,
many paths lead to prosperity.
Technology that makes life simple,
bo more toil, breaking of backs,
children that live past childhood,
you just can't understate that fact.
Rule of Law so strong that it has
made us think that the norm is peace,
so much our children forget that
hard conflict once broke bodies.
Our poor people eat too much food,
consumer goods overflow stores;
A superpower of freedom,
this has never happened before.
Our ideas have worked so damn well
we should all slap our chests and sing,
appreciate America,
we are living in the brass ring.

Monday, July 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: america,appreciation,how i feel,patriotic,political,reality,truth
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