America - A poem by Robert Creeley

America, you ode for reality! Give back the people you took. Let the sun shine again on the four corners of the world you thought of first but do not own, or keep like a convenience. People are your own word, you invented that locus and term. Here, you said and say, is where we are. Give back what we are, these people you made, us, and nowhere but you to be.

Comment 1 of 1, added on August 4th, 2007 at 12:12 AM.

Finally a poet prepared to criticise the inconsistent attitude of his own country.

The world does not accept that America is the "great democracy" or the world's policeman. Neither should it.

Whenever the US talks of the war on terror or nations in the axis of evil, it talks of danger to the US and its people who have died, and NEVER its allies and unwilling hosts who have lost as much if not more.

Thank you Robert Creely - you are a true global patriot.

Martin Kent from Australia

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