Destiny of Manifests
How we can disperse all hope
Or think we should
Why we think we are the best when,
Point by point, we’re not
Several are more literate, many
More able with math
Many with armed forces
That train and guard more than
They have to fight
May peace prevail, the pole proclaims
In many languages
What language do we use
When talking with our neighbors
May implies condition and will
What do we condition
What do we will
It is a wonderful statue
So many monuments are
And nearly all espouse a cause
With some nobility
I can drive down to Devil’s Den, now
A reminder of
The awful cost of slaying a
Brother in the split of war
And what war does not take a sibling
What part of Earth is not destroyed
What town, what hold for families
Is gone from the roster
Of the world
We all are charged to keep
Independence Day is on the way
Many nations have one
They speak to freedom
Of the mind, the will
The charge to make the planet whole
Especially
When we ruin something of it
C L Couch
image
assembling the Statue of Liberty in Paris
clcouch123 
July 4, 2018 at 10:58 pm
I look forward to the day when armed forces will not be necessary, when people will accept and give what they have freely without wanting more.
I look forward to it….
I yearn for it…
Not today, though.
Great poem. A poem of hope.
Tim
July 5, 2018 at 2:31 am
Thank you for reading and for your thoughtful response. The day the military will not again be needed for war will be the best day for our planet so far. You’re right, a day to yearn for, sadly for however long. Thank you again–Christopher
July 6, 2018 at 9:45 pm
Great piece for July 4th and a-strong message. The piece of poetry by Emma Lazarus, framed on the Statue of Liberty always speaks more to me than the statue herself. Lady Liberty calls for the “Huddled masses” and her statue and this poem bring hope.
But then looking at history & current politics, we see how many generations of immigrants were treated by so-called citizens.Going back to the 5 points during the last 19th and early 20th century, we can note the horrid conditions and how many European immigrants were treated as suspect (the Irish or Italians or German-Jews for instance), by citizens who were immigrants in their past, only in the US 2 or 3 generations themselves. I find people always forget to relate their own family history with new immigrants needing help and understanding.
For today when we see immigrants from various places and the dreamers (children of immigrants) and those trying to escape poverty and desolation in Mexico etc. to become citizens , also make me think that a nation of immigrants has never treated new arrivals of immigrants fairly or without judgement.
Some people are wonderful to them, many others are not. Though I love your old picture of lady Liberty, sometimes I can’t help but look at her and feel sad that discrimination is apart of immigration to the US, not respect for other cultures or people’s horrible experiences that they left behind with the American dream in mind.
Sorry, to be depressing, but after thoroughly studying this for freelancing, I can’t help but think so. I did enjoy your poem immensely.