Amiracle.



That sweet orange juice,
like mothers voice,
time after time,
healing the crime.

In my short trousers,
lolly in mouth,
watching Sitting Bull,
as Judy Garland sings.

For the corn was as high,
as an elephants eye
and we never wondered why,
or the nature of love.

Trying hard,
with the trump card,
democracy.

Taking the children,
for rides on the donkeys,
eating a Californian peach,
these things are universal.

Ice cream to go,
on the endless beach.

Woody Guthrie, Joan Baez,
the Doors, Dylan and more
and the King of them all, James Marshall.

We thought we could never fall,
keeping our eye on the ball.

When I met you,
I was always enlightened,
by your desire to keep the balance,
of equality and freedom,
as sitting in the nuclear silo,
loved in the long peace,
of mutually assured destruction.

You built the world wide web
and gave us spiders a chance.

Or was it James Stewart?
kind in his longing for justice.

They are like that,
the veterans,
comrades in each others arms,
making sure the children of the long peace,
come to no harm.

I was loved by you,
you who saved the world,
it was the time you spent with us,
how to help a red duster,
safely into harbour.

I listened spellbound,
as you worked out the calculations,
it was a gift you were giving us,
the love of the sea and boats.

You were the Donald Sopers of my youth,
a society of friends,
who spent five years in no mans land,
with a red cross bag.

For war is sadness.

Even at the end,
the light came shining through.




You told me.


Lies about America,
as the sun shone on that first Thanksgiving table.

You told me,
lies about America,
as Martin Luther taught a brave world to sing.

You told me,
lies about America,
as she Liberty gave us sweet orange juice for tea.

You told me,
lies about America,
for you had forgotten where the green seeds came from,
you told me lies.

I cried myself to sleep that night,
the day cruelty smashed the lantern,
I wore my Davy Crockett hat with pride.

For they were right after all that,
equality and the pursuit of happiness,
an Eagle to follow,
a kind friend,
world without end.

You told me lies,
about the miracle.

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