Benjamin Jacob Ballarde

America II: 50 Years Later

Posted in poems, uncategorizable by Benjamin Jacob Ballarde on 2 June, 2008

America, who are you?

Its time to stop worrying about your

          offspring & start examining your family tree;

America, you bastard child of that

          serial monogamist named Europe;

You welcome all because you

          don’t know who your father is;

You threaten everyone because

          you aren’t sure who your mothers were;

America, your love hurts;

You were never loved and

          I know that hurts you;

America, you’re becoming your forefathers’ nightmare;

How?

Your true heritage(s) is beginning to show;

America, you are no longer the

          toddler of the Revolution;

America, you aren’t a pubescent

          country dealing with a civil war;

America, your wild college years

          of “finding yourself” in World Wars are gone & done;

America, you are growing up,

          and you are scaring me;

No more locker-room talk about Manifest Destiny;

America, your Great Depression is no

          longer an excuse for self-medication;

America, your nuclear families are melting down;

America, I am worried…

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  1. benjaminjacobballard said, on 3 June, 2008 at 10:06 pm

    (i used to tell people that i
    would be the death of them…
    what i didn’t realize was that i
    would be the death of me too.)


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