Thaddeus McDougleberry Poems

The old America
Is dead and gone
It died in the night
Some time ago
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You thought you could get away with everything
The long march through the halls
And no one noticed
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People—they aren't equal
And don't deserve to treated
Equally
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Though the individual soldier
May be brave
His suffering, his labors
They will be all in vain
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Glossy publications and swank offices
Solicitations for donations
Celebrating markets and materialism
And virtues unbelieved in
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How hot is Hell?
Hot as the end of a lit cigarette?
Is the wine served appropriately?
Mr. Hitchens?
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A story told to a child
Was it true?

Who makes the myths?
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The world that never was
But always is
Is ever present to the seeking and discerning mind
And on the desiccating winds
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The material world
Is everything
Beyond the veil
Is just illusion
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Time is a river
Of love and loss
Of hope and gain
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