these are the hands that built america

Jen and I watched Gangs of NewYork last night. I found the movie disturbing in many ways, but insightful in a few, as well. And of course, ending with a stellar U2 song definitely helps it. It was a good movie, but I don't think it would be correct to say that I "liked" it, if that makes sense. However, it did inspire some writing, and may inspire another post if I get around to writing it before I forget. If you want that other post, nag me with comments or something, if I fail to produce, since I know there are like millions of readers out there...

Anyway, before the writing, some random news. I got myself a copy of A Grief Observed today, so I can read it again and mark it all up, rather than trying to read my friend's copy again without marking it.

On to the writing......................................

Building America

In the end, a dollar, but whose face?
These days, we call it liberty, the aim of their guns,
but who took the bullets in that name?

I am sedated,
I am unsung.

The war machine hides behind many masks,
but most readily devours the poor.
$300 will buy your boy and oil the gears.

I am easy,
I am untried.

"For the Union", "For the Reich", industry must churn on,
and whose face wins behind a smoking barrell?
Whose glee, whose grin at the flag of victory?

I am inflated,
Iam unconcerned.

The aim of their guns, and the bullts in my face--
my $300 will not be enough.
These are the hands that built America.