Exiled In The Promise Land

Having left everyone
And everything
And every place
That had become dear to me,
I answered the call.
The call of the American Dream.
“Go there young man!” they said.
“Go there and find prosperity!”
“Go there young man, go there!”
“Go to the Promise Land!”
I came,
I saw,
I was disappointed
And saddened.
I found the prosperity
But I also found
The pretentiousness,
The preoccupation with
Pride,
Prestige,
Position,
And politics,
Which is poverty.

The American Dream
Has become a tragedy for all
And a nightmare for some.
The Promise Land
Has become my prison.
The chains of prosperity
Are too heavy for me to bear.
The poverty of prosperity
Is too grievous to tolerate
Or give into.

How I yearn for real honesty,
Real satisfaction,
Fulfillment,
Happiness,
Enjoyment,
Freedom.
Oh how I long to be free!
Oh how I long to be free!


Copyright 1995