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Is it too Late to Find our Way Back Home?



“Get out of my country,” he said,
as if he owned the place,
as if he decided who could stay or go,
as if a man’s life was worth less
based on his origins,

a man died,
an engineer who spent his days
helping us find our way,
helping us navigate our lives
with a device that tells us
where and when to turn,

getting us where we need to go each day,
maybe to meet a friend,
take care of an aging mother,
find a restaurant,
locate a hospital,

coming to our country where such
an opportunity allowed him to use all
of his genius,
only to be shot by a man who’d lost his way,

misguided by hatred,
encouraged by rhetoric,
emboldened to act,
feeling he had done something good,
but, in truth, he’d shot a hole in all of us,

before long we will be
riddled with holes.

Is it too late to
find our way back home?

The Statue Must Go


“Give me your tired, your poor,

your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”


‘That’s the problem, the people shout,

that message, that statue must go,

she urges every single soul

to journey to our shores.’


But others cry and gnash their teeth

and moan at such a thought,

they love their statue and the folks

whom others have forgot.


The highest court in all the land

will soon decide her fate

the Statue of Liberty might be axed,

despite the fierce debate.


The crowds all gather near the steps,

they chant the pros and cons,

they march beneath their handmade signs

demanding right be done.


The justices hear opposing sides

for many days on end,

they listen to impassioned pleas

and weigh the good and bad.


‘The statue is a symbol

of our complex, quilted land,

such beauty, culture, music, art,

from sea to desert sand.’


‘And each new stranger wants a piece

of all the promise here

They’ve come to find a better life

and share what we hold dear.’


‘We worry for our children

and for our future too,

we need our jobs, we need safe homes,

please tell us what to do.’


‘But freedom isn’t one man’s right,

it’s every human’s right,

who are we to cast the dice

and toss these folks aside.’


And so it goes for weeks on end

in all our nation’s towns,

until the ruling comes at last,

the statue must come down.


The wrecking ball begins its work,

folks shudder in dismay,

crashing pieces fall to earth

like broken, ashen rain.


By five o’clock the deed is done,

the lady’s torch is out,

there is no court to bring her back

there is no time for doubt.


Years from now we still will talk

Of all we felt that day,

but for now as nighttime falls,

we stop and look away.


Several weeks ago, I asked friends on facebook for their thoughts about America (both what they love and what they worry about). It took a long time to consider their thoughts and how I would incorporate them into a poem. I’m using the removal of the Statue of Liberty as a vehicle to show all the emotions that come to the fore when we discuss our country. I began this poem several weeks ago and then a few days ago, an editorial cartoonist for the Columbus Dispatch ran a cartoon with the image of the Statue of Liberty being carried away. I bring that up only to let my readers know that I did not plagiarize the idea.