deepundergroundpoetry.com
Old Glory!
Our nation's truest station
Is as a refuge from extremes
Where we exchange our finest dreams
Into a heavenly conflation,
Always with the purpose in mind
Of life with dignity and grace
In something like a pristine place
By golden ratios refined.
Thusly the classical arrived
Into a wilderness anew
Where they, and I, might work with you
To see old glory once more revived
And flourish free from jealous elder gods;
Replaced with a divinity
Motivated by affinity...
And not by heartless rifle squads,
Since raising rage with freedom's flag
Gloats only coefficients of drag!
Is as a refuge from extremes
Where we exchange our finest dreams
Into a heavenly conflation,
Always with the purpose in mind
Of life with dignity and grace
In something like a pristine place
By golden ratios refined.
Thusly the classical arrived
Into a wilderness anew
Where they, and I, might work with you
To see old glory once more revived
And flourish free from jealous elder gods;
Replaced with a divinity
Motivated by affinity...
And not by heartless rifle squads,
Since raising rage with freedom's flag
Gloats only coefficients of drag!
Published 24th May 2022
Author's Note
Patriotism, like criticism, must be kindly and constructive.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 296
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
