Saturday, January 13, 2018

This is Not America

   I always try to write something for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. The older I get the more we seem to be reverting to some type of altered version of our ideal as a country. My niece told me it's the Mandela effect. Interesting concept that some of our shared memories of events have changed, ranging from Nelson Mandela to the Ford logo. A result from CERN, quantum computing or time travel. I can only hope I wake up tomorrow and Trump lost the election. It reminded me of how I felt when Regan cut most of the funding for the most vulnerable people in the Bronx. I had never seen whole families sleeping on subway trains until then.

                                                                This Is Not America
                                                                (David Bowie)
This is not America, (sha la la la la)
A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die (This is not a miracle)
For this is not America
Blossom fails to bloom this season
Promise not to stare
Too long (This is not America)
For this is not the miracle
There was a time
A storm that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea
For this is not America
(Sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la)
This is not America, no
This is not, (sha la la la la)
Snowman melting from the inside
Falcon spirals to the ground
(This could be the biggest sky)
So bloody red, tomorrow's clouds
A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die (This could be a miracle)
For this is not America

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