work like a Mexican…

who goes there….

it is I….

I who….

a past… ghost… rotted corpse…

i know not thee…

don’t you…don’t you….

nay…do not…

my name was America….

ah…did not know thee too well….lesser and lesser as time went by…into winters where cold turned to hot…snow became rain…lines formed in either direction…you were chaos…one big mess…

so…you did know me…very well I see…..

yes…yes…let me forget…shhh….please…let me forget…

what…freedom…liberty…

this you speak of….fool…scant…little…very little…gold was never given…neither silver…nor diamonds that shine….bread promised…bread…so much for promises…

might a man make his way in this world….

perhaps….perhaps…

well…

one must find the world first….a starting line…not the abyss…jam….stuck in the muck and mire…this freedom…this freedom…was mocked….mocked…from the get-go…a pistol fired…no-one moved…no-one…

see…

go back to your grave…go…we’ve been haunted enough…

please…

shh….no…i knew a man…he bought your dreams…paid…and paid…and paid…

now…

his is not in a mansion…but…a shanty….no chariot for him….miles are walked…to toil…all day long beside men who also believed….yet they were the punchline to a joke set-up long ago…by Puritans…Puritans…freedom….freedom…

there are no givens in this life…

right…right…

so…

so…so what…so what…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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