Memory of a Plane trip to freedoms Land |
"Wonder What I'll See" It was a normal day full of hope and beauty Sun shining without a spot of the clouds cruelty Humming insects and the chirp of many birds City life so slow it would've been mistaken for suburbs Smiles and greetings from all who I saw Street paved in gold, sidewalks without a flaw Children running around carelessly as can be That was the American I thought that I would see When I arrived it was snowing and the wind was mean There were angry looks from faces and sewer leads spitting steam Almost no trees and stray animals running wild Corners full of poison being sold to some ones child Crying little babies from the neglect of being fed Little kids playing in parking lots doing flips on a bum's bed Sirens from cops, ambulances, and fire trucks screaming I asked myself "is this a nightmare, I'm dreaming"? Nope, not at all, this is America the land of the free The place many people to, to here they flee "Liberty & Justice for all" they say in their pledge I feel like a fool that got pushed over the ledge People of the Wild West still slinging guns Mob and Mafias running drugs by the tons Gangs of human beings brain washed with hate Has the plane already left, can I go back or is it too late? Wake up Papito, whispers my mom sweetly in my ear The plane is descending and I could hear the landing gear Wonder what I'll see........ |