Couple twigs of immigration poetree and peace music video :) Trump's Wall Increases Valley Of SeparationIt's no wonder that the valley privation, Denial, degradation that separates a hungry, Abused, sleep or otherwise deprived child,Will increase in depth, with the 2.5 billion Tax dollars being stolen from your Gov't'sCoffers going to build an unnecessary wallOn our nation's Southern border. The more and higher that wall is built, The deeper that valley separating those kids From their experiencing families, themselves, Schoolmates, the world, compassion, and The more spread out, pervasive that destruction Of their, and therefore our, future's will be, Negatively rippling on for all eternity."...fruited plains..."Transplanted here, only one of Gaia's fruits,What is my twinkle among the countless stars?In the USA, over a billion have come to pass, Not to stay, imbuing us with their place of origin, Their souls dancing, nay flying, in a universal way. For over 60 years Americans to be came through Ellis Island, headed to who knows where West.My grandfather, a Finn, Uru, which means hero,One of three who left a concentration camp thatFifteen thousand entered, did too, to NYC, NY.Following freedoms beacon, its first light he saw, The Statue of Liberty's still unscorched torch, Thanx to F. Auguste Bartholdi, and the French. "...Of libertas, the Roman goddess of freedom And a tabula ansata, a tablet evoking the law, Upon which is inscribed the date of the American Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776." "The broken chain of tyranny lies at her feet, Upon a pedestal, wherein etched words are, from Emma Lazurus' sonnet, 'The New Colossus'...",Which may rise again, only if we embrace them:"...Her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.'Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!' cries sheWith silent lips. 'Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!..."Only 151 feet tall, she will ever stand taller, Or be turned to dust with us, all of humanity And large mammals, as well as the Earth, tragic Members of extinctions annals, if we don't stopThe permanent altering of weather cycles through Overuse of fossil fuels, the degradation of the Earth's orbit around the Sun, etc.. We can walk in Nature's abundant balance again, as humane beings. Still, she gives hues to the vast canvas of what The Big Apple and its beautiful mosaic's art can be.Copy, share as you will. Thanx for all you do and don't, have a great day :) reality
Couple twigs of immigration poetree and peace music video :)
ReplyDeleteTrump's Wall Increases Valley Of Separation
It's no wonder that the valley privation,
Denial, degradation that separates a hungry,
Abused, sleep or otherwise deprived child,
Will increase in depth, with the 2.5 billion
Tax dollars being stolen from your Gov't's
Coffers going to build an unnecessary wall
On our nation's Southern border.
The more and higher that wall is built,
The deeper that valley separating those kids
From their experiencing families, themselves,
Schoolmates, the world, compassion, and
The more spread out, pervasive that destruction
Of their, and therefore our, future's will be,
Negatively rippling on for all eternity.
"...fruited plains..."
Transplanted here, only one of Gaia's fruits,
What is my twinkle among the countless stars?
In the USA, over a billion have come to pass,
Not to stay, imbuing us with their place of origin,
Their souls dancing, nay flying, in a universal way.
For over 60 years Americans to be came through
Ellis Island, headed to who knows where West.
My grandfather, a Finn, Uru, which means hero,
One of three who left a concentration camp that
Fifteen thousand entered, did too, to NYC, NY.
Following freedoms beacon, its first light he saw,
The Statue of Liberty's still unscorched torch,
Thanx to F. Auguste Bartholdi, and the French.
"...Of libertas, the Roman goddess of freedom
And a tabula ansata, a tablet evoking the law,
Upon which is inscribed the date of the American
Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776."
"The broken chain of tyranny lies at her feet,
Upon a pedestal, wherein etched words are, from
Emma Lazurus' sonnet, 'The New Colossus'...",
Which may rise again, only if we embrace them:
"...Her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
'Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!' cries she
With silent lips. 'Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!..."
Only 151 feet tall, she will ever stand taller,
Or be turned to dust with us, all of humanity
And large mammals, as well as the Earth, tragic
Members of extinctions annals, if we don't stop
The permanent altering of weather cycles through
Overuse of fossil fuels, the degradation of the
Earth's orbit around the Sun, etc.. We can walk in
Nature's abundant balance again, as humane beings.
Still, she gives hues to the vast canvas of what
The Big Apple and its beautiful mosaic's art can be.
Copy, share as you will. Thanx for all you do and don't, have a great day :) reality