In God We Trusted E-Book

Joseph B. Raimond

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 22

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

As the Trump era in America finally wanes, this sixty page book of poetry is a creative expat coming to terms with the racism, sexism and Trumpism of his country of birth. As usual, not recommended for republicans, nationalists, or probably anyone who voted for Trump.

Leseprobe

Written in Fürth in 2016.

As always, in loving memory of Frank Abendroth and Tom Murphy.

For Conny, my perfect angel

Dedicated to Meredith Hunter

Cover art by Joseph B. Raimond “In God We Trusted” watercolor and ink on paper, 2016 Fürth

This is DWM release Nr. 182

Table of Contents

In God We Trusted

The Human Spectrum

The American Fool

I Will Never Be A Marlboro Man

Breasts And Ass Blood

Equality

For Drumpf

Let Me Go

The American Train

Modern Fascism

Angel Stew

November 9th, 2016

American Mourn

Don’t Need Rope

To The Dogs

-ism

The City

An American Recipe

9/11

Cultural Refugee

#1

Political Poem For Brian Ladd

American Idol

How Dared You?

Red, White and Blue

Inferiorists

Burn

Old Joe

Fascism, American Style

Make America Again

The Fuckshits

Cheeto

A Song For America

In God We Trusted

In God we trusted

When we were little, naïve

Stupid

Forced to stand at attention

Forced to put our hand on our heart

And forced to pledge our allegiance

In god we trusted

Until we grew up

And looked at the world

And saw the reality

And saw the cruelty

Of what our nation was capable of

What does this mean, if

We really were

Created in god’s own image?

No, I’m turning my back

On your twisted interpretations

Your red, white and blue arrogance

And your endless demands

For blind patriotism

No, I’m turning my back

On your legions of racists

Your armies of fascists

Your proud boy militias

And your perverse definition

Of freedom

And you know what?

God,

Is on my side!

The Human Spectrum

A poet’s few words, wisdom entwined

Tears will flow as the music inspires

And touches our humble soul

The painting leaps forth,

The power of color and form

Rips at our very being, demands

Our humanity rises to

Stellar heights

To briefly touch heaven

A little girl’s decapitated head

Presented on a pole as a token

Mass graves of rotting bodies

Names no longer with meaning

From hand-guns to nuclear bombs

Man’s instruments of hatred

Express the twisted interpretations

Of his holy books

While our humanity sinks

To the depths of hell itself

The American Fool

Very little

In this world of fools

Seems quite so foolish

As the old man sitting

Writing poetry

I am fully aware of this

And as you sit

And instead watch your television

Consuming your fast-food culture

Feeding your hunger for