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| The colorful Mosaic ceiling of the Chapel at the Normandy American Cemetery & Memorial symbolizes the United States which blesses its sons fighting for the freedom and a grateful France, which lays a laurel wreath among the fallen Americans who gave their lives for the liberation of the oppressed Europe. “On D-Day anniversary, ‘America First’ doesn’t sit well on the beaches of Normandy” —The Washington Post, June 6, 2019 |
Are we a family of nations
or are we not How did
this nations thing happen
in the first place anyway
where just about every man
woman and child belongs
to one like a fraternity
or club Was it a language
barrier or is that chicken
before egg banter No slant
eyes here No black eyes there
Americanized Lily White
Monet Europeans will inherit
the earth Not the chosen people
Not the Nazis nor Jap equivalents
Build that wall Rousseau wrote:
The man who enclosed the first
piece of ground was . . .
How many crimeswarsmurders
saved mankind by pulling up
stakes Like the League
of Nations Like Clinton
(the philanderer one)
at the second Obama DC:
“We’re all in this together
is better than you’re
on your own”
Not the selfish spoiled brat
hoarding all the kids’ toys
to be sent to his room
for a timeout My adult
son was a little boy once
fighting sisters for front car
seats And he was so sad when
his friend’s mother-made brownies
were eaten Eaten by the class bully
who tried very hard to eat even
the last one And many many many
more before that, before my starving
son had had even a teeny tiny bite
And our President wants
to bomb Iran (Liar!) and ban
transgenders and Muslims from living
in this world His National Security Advisor
believes if you remove the top ten floors
of the UN building nothing happens
And his AG thinks Congress will
stay asleep at the switch And London
protesters are disguised lovers who cannot
help but love our President and his terrific
economy, made in his own image
where tax breaks get richer and borders
get poorer
And when will the meek inherit
the earth And where’s that last brownie
for my heavenly son and his starving
father to eat.
Gil Hoy is a Boston poet and semi-retired trial lawyer studying poetry at Boston University through its Evergreen program. Hoy previously received a B.A. in Philosophy and Political Science from Boston University, an M.A. in Government from Georgetown University, and a J.D. from the University of Virginia School of Law. He served as a Brookline, Massachusetts Selectman for four terms. Hoy’s poetry has appeared most recently in Chiron Review, TheNewVerse.News, Ariel Chart, Social Justice Poetry, The Potomac, The Penmen Review and elsewhere.
