The American states. . .
find a good job, live a good life,
follow the red letter of the law,
and all shall be well with the world.
Somebody through a monkey wrench
in the works of our human hope.
Somewhere along the gold brick road
an icon of green smothered it.
Fat cats getting fatter on our sweat,
big shots making all the calls,
while we toil for pennies on the dollar,
turning a deaf ear to our human cries.
Our white picket fence is faded
with a shadow, a silhouette
of a woman or a man trying to survive,
being devoured by a demon seed of greed.
The only certain hope is courage,
intestinal fortitude and a strong back,
until the apathetic smoke clears
from the fire of broken American dreams.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2019
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".
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