My America

 

This is my America the home for the homeless, the poor, the dispossessed, the hungry, those who have no hope and nowhere else to go. Let them bring their internal richness and their beauty born of honesty to renew our weary Wal Mart soul. This is my America captured in the words of Emma Lazarus

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

This is my America, not the malevolent oppressor of the world, not criminal Wall Street investors, U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), the never ending harassment of the domestic workers, day laborers, sweat shop toilers therefore the modern slaves that create America’s ill-gotten wealth.  Let us celebrate the America that promises to every citizen a meaningful job providing needed services; everyone should have a home, food, health care, education and a place to call home. If all wealth is theft, then we need to abandon the evil global empire of the IMF, World Bank, WTO, Citigroup Inc., Hedge Funds, Derivatives, Collateral Debt Obligation (CDO). There is the beautiful America and the ugly America you chose.

Michael Joseph Francisconi

96 Fern Lane

Dillon, MT