America, have you forgotten
the very sun that warms your face and your feet?
Have you forgotten
the miracle
that paints your afternoon streets
a solemn orange and silent red?
do you stare at the ground instead?
look up, the sun is calling;
'I'm disappointed in you', it is softly saying
'get off your knees, stop praying'
your Tower of Time is falling.
11-28-2012
There has been an enormous mix of feelings towards America over the years. Perhaps the world is beginning to outgrow America. Hope that turns out to be a good thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and to the point, but fear not, the awakening is near.