Made In America Poem by Eric Cockrell
Made In America
went to the funeral
this morning...
men and women of all ages,
all backgrounds, all colors,
stood in line to pay respect.
workers, laid off workers,
workers without hope
of a job....
we viewed the body,
the preacher said kind words,
bringing back memories...
then to the graveyard.
buried beneath an old tree
in a corner soon forgotten...
the headstone read:
Made In America!
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4/24/2024 11:38:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Solid. You really write some amazing poems and this is definitely one of them. I love what you did here, it's another that would act as a song of our times.