I rode a train in Africa
through lands where once
the Fascists came
and people frowned and turned away
when ‘ere they learned my family name.
“No! I am American!”
a smile , a laugh
a warm embrace
“We thought you were Italian!”.
I grabbed a cab in Egypt
a land where once
the English ruled;
the driver frowned
till I spoke to him
“No, I am American”
a smile, a laugh
a friendly face
“I thought you were a Britain man!”
In my youth I walked the streets
Karachi and Lahore
Addis and Adana
Asmara and Mysore
where Americans were always welcome;
not so any more
since we’ve become the empire
forever waging war
Ore the world on nine eleven
were candles in the streets;
there was sympathy we squandered
deciding to abandon peace.
If we had spent my three score ten
feeding hungry women and men
think of the nation we might have been
if only we practiced what we preach
I know we’d have no enemies;
I know it.
I just know it.
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Sums up the change in attitude since 1945 so well, Frank.
‘Once were Americans’, indeed.
I met an American guy in London in 2011. He asked for directions, and had a Canadian flag patch on his backpack. I asked what part of Canada he was from. He told me, “I’m not, I’m an American, from Seattle. But I am not going to advertise that in Europe.”
Changing times…
Best wishes, Pete.
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This is SO very true and beautifully done! I love it and alas, will we ever be seen any differently again? Me thinks not! Sigh!
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America’s reputation has surely fallen. Greatness isn’t just about power and might, but about goodness.
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