DEAR AMERICA... (poem) by Jms Bell on AuthorsDen

DEAR AMERICA...
by Jms Bell → (All Poetry by Jms Bell)
Tuesday, July 3, 2018 Rated "G" by the Author.

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I am a American and I love my country! However, her activities in this period of her history, make me ashamed of her and I can ignore nor contain it any longer. Be Blessed & HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!

Dear America…... How I do love you! You’re my birthplace… my home, my blood…is here! forefathers, I never knew have willingly suffered and died with a faithful…tear I cannot, will not…ever, turn my back on you we are, until the end, still one… yet, I wouldn’t really…love or care if this reprimand…was not duly spun Our country was established on prayer many types of freedom permeate our airs but, it seems we’ve forgotten this truth… in the present time…and…in past years When I think of the shame with regards to our deeds how we ‘herded’ innocent humans in 1942 to ‘45 indeed, how we 'contained' men, women and children... it touches the soul and waters the eyes But here it is, I see...my grief over such heinous acts has only…just…begun as now you’re snatching children, tots and…babies! from the arms of their pleading loved ones Please…please don’t tell me it’s not vengeance because it is…it is! back in ’42 it was in retaliation for…Pearl Harbor today, it’s to discourage immigrants, questing to live! And one cannot ignore the vile note which rings so clear in this unspeakable…chase it seems this type of force is always targeted against those…of a non-Caucasian…race! Yes, illegal immigration is ‘wrong’ this law we cannot ignore but as their infants cry for their mother’s smell and touch with merciful hearts, let’s seek* the reasons* for their track… why…they take the chance of losing what they value so much! Here we stand…this great country...and we boast… in that we are strong, secure and…more for God Blesses us abundantly with resources… that roll…from shore to shore We’re a shining beacon…which attracts those escaping dark, searching…for light and as they flee from depressive oppression our land is like an oasis…an end…to arid flight To them we’re a sweet waterfall of hope which is spied far beyond the stench of manure and they, who are so desperate, try to reach it…. despite the risks they know they must endure You want to crush their efforts…by breaking their hearts so, you take from them their flesh and bone…their life your cut is deep, but you forget… they’ve learned how to rally...despite…cruelty’s knife I’m glad for the demonstrations, the peaceful demands for there is an immigrant, legal or not, in every chain this ‘separation of families’ stems…from the fiery pit it’s an insult to America… filled with marked disdain And, sadly, we will pay the price…Oh, Blessed Nation! in years to come…history will surely remind of the awful…cost…for this terrible stand at a time when…Pride for America…could not be defined And what of the precipitators…that further stain our legacy? think not that they’ll escape…justice’s crib for one day they will stand before God… seeking…The Mercy…that they did not give! ………Dear America! Romans 12:19, Eccl 12:14 Copyright; jmsbell 7/3/2018
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Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on July 4, 2021

Very meaningful statement, Joyce; and from my point of view, very true. Love, peace, and blessings,

Regis. 🙏🌺🌳🍁

Reviewed by David Clure

Reviewed on July 14, 2018

The Lord tells us to obey the Law, for law is the definition of love. We must always welcome people as guests, and possibly new citizens, but if it is not done through a lawful means, the our Nation becomes just another place where emotional and the loudest chant rules. I like your poem because it expresses the voices of many people, and I am all for that, but I do not agree with all of its sentiments. Thanks for adding your voice to our National discussion, sister.

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on July 5, 2018

This was superb. America has always been a beacon of hope. Sometimes it's been rather dim, but now it seems like it's in danger of being extinguished. I can oly hope this gets rectified, and the sooner the better.

Reviewed by Jms Bell

I LOVE AD, I LOVE THE FREEDOM THAT IT AFFORDS ITS WRITERS TO SAY EXACTLY WHAT'S IN THEIR MINDS AND HEARTS. THERE IS NOTHING LIKE FREEDOM OF SPEECH! ONES AIRED, PERSONAL OPINION, IS GOOD, RIGHT AND HEALTHY. THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF DEMONSTRATORS CANNOT BE WRONG BECAUSE THE BOTTOM LINE IS...IT IS NOT RIGHT TO TAKE A PERSON'S CHILD/CHILDREN FROM THEM TO DETER THEM FROM COMING INTO A COUNTRY. THAT'S THE ISSUE FOR ME. TAKE THE 'FAMILY' AND LOCK THEM UP BUT DO NOT TAKE A PERSON'S CHILD/CHILDREN FROM THEM TO PURPOSELY HURT THEM AND, IN THE PROCESS, EMOTIONALLY INJURE THE CHILD IN WAYS THAT SOMETIMES CANNOT BE CORRECTED! DO NOT DO TO OTHERS WHAT YOU WOULDN'T WANT DONE TO YOU! SEPARATION OF FAMILIES IS TOTALLY WRONG! FIND ANOTHER WAY! STOP TAKING PEOPLES BABIES!!!

AND, OF COURSE, AS A POET I USE METAPHORS AND THE WORD PRECIPITATOR IS THE NOUN FORM OF THE WORD PRECIPITATE WHICH, ACCORDING TO RANDOM HOUSE, WEBSTER'S COLLEGE DICTIONARY, MEANS...TO SEPARATE,TO CAST DOWN HEADLONG VIOLENTLY, TO HASTEN THE OCCURRENCE OF, TO BRING ABOUT PREMATURELY OR SUDDENLY; TO 'PRECIPITATE' A CRISIS. I DO, AT TIMES, NEED CORRECTING AND I DO, FROM MY HEART, HONESTLY APPRECIATE WHENEVER IT IS DONE. BUT NOT THIS TIME. PRECIPITATORS IS EXACTLY WHAT I MEANT.

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE COURTESY OF READING THIS POST AND FOR LEAVING A REVIEW. I WOULD ASK THAT IF YOUR RESPONSE IS EXTENSIVE, PLEASE REACH OUT AND CONTACT VIA EMAIL. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on July 4, 2018

You wrote it and now I want to go scream it on the rooftops! We don't like to think about the atrocities some are guilty of doing. But it must come to the forefront! A nation divided cannot stand. Is that a quote? 'Doesn't matter. We MUST stand as ONE!!!!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Mystic Rose

God bless America, you do it proud with your poem.

Reviewed by Susanne Leist

Hopefully, this period will be short and only a footnote in the history books. Goodness will prevail.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

What a great poem you have written about what it means to be American (in the north and in the United States) and how certain entities have distorted that meaning by forgetting our heritage and how far we've come in terms of human rights and looking out for our brothers and sisters in this world the way that Jesus would. How dare they base their actions on their self-righteous beliefs and irrational fears!

Just last evening I watched a public television documentary on World War I. So many blacks signed up and willingly fought in Europe in segregated divisions. They fought bravely and ferociously, while suffering some of the greatest losses of all the armies fighting. In France, they discovered that, while there was discrimination, they were treated like heroes equally along with other Americans who had come there to save France from the quagmire of the war. Unfortunately, upon their return, their fellow soldiers turned on them and there were many atrocities and lynchings of the brave fighters who stood up for America only to be vilified in their own country. What a shame. What a shame. We must guard against doing those kinds of things ever again.

Ron

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on July 3, 2018

Great poem and a timely write! Happy July 4th!!!

Sandie