It’s too dark to see in the dawn’s early light. <br />The horizon is blurred, <br />The smoke glows red. <br />There’s fire everywhere, <br />But nothing burns. <br /> <br />Broad stripes expand through sky, <br />Dying wishes, <br />Once placed on bright stars, <br />Float to Earth, <br />Fall to the ground, ash, <br />Now seen as a comforting blanket. <br /> <br />Children of the hatred, <br />Anger stained lungs, <br />Breathing in fresh corruption, <br />Awe struck, <br />In the rocket’s red glare. <br /> <br />Mists of the deep hang heavy, <br />Gray background to systematic existence, <br />Blocking out beauty, <br />Keeping wonder at bay, <br />Following in deep tread footsteps, <br />Maintaining the ways. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Freedom advertised, <br />Restrictions attached by string, <br />With each wave of republic for which it stands, <br />Half conceals, <br />Half discloses. <br /> <br />Pride in every stride, <br />Bright shining sign, <br />Full glory reflected, <br />Blinding the on looking while citizens avert eyes, <br />Closed eyelids resting above curved grin. <br /> <br />Yet the one who cannot see, <br />Is not always the one who is blind. <br />Mind spinning in battle’s confusion, <br />One foot planted, the other left behind; <br />Stand for the people, kneel to the powers. <br /> <br />American dream, <br />Cast against movie screen, <br />All focus on colors of the day, <br />Efforts placed on civil “problems” <br />Ignoring the gloom of the grave. <br /> <br />Dawn’s light continues to drown, <br />Clouded by domestic disputes, <br />As the world spins madly on, <br />And we’ll continue to burn in the cold flames, <br />Yet still, in triumph will wave. <br /> <br />The flag, on the home of the brave. <br /> <br />By: Bethany Maxwell <br />May 22,2013 <br />©2013<br /><br />Bethany Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-s-early-light/
