Oh America. <br />Can’t you hear her? <br />Your mother is crying. <br />She mourns her lost sons and daughters who blood lies sacrificed on some other distant shore. <br />She weeps for the lonely, lovelost souls whose crumpled bodies line streets and litter shop doorways. <br />She cries for her poor, pallid, patriots who can no longer taste the ‘all you can eat buffet’ or order ‘coffee to go’. <br />Oh America. <br />Can’t you hear her? <br />Your mother is calling. <br />She asks that you turn down your cable TV, switch off your cell phones and listen to your hearts. <br />She begs you not to let arrogance blind you to those who exist beyond the shopping malls and who have no more credit rating. <br />She pleads that in your disposable existence you do not throw away the world. <br />Oh America. <br />Can’t you hear her? <br />Your mother is silent. <br />She loves you and waits for your answer.<br /><br />Teedy Dawn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-fall-from-the-statue-of-liberty/
