Moby-Dick
And I read Moby Dick, the White Whale
And wonder, as always
In my mind an army on the march
History, Literature and cultures
Locations of farmers and hunters
I feel lost as a child
And I was; and got lost
Both with Mum in the bus
And the time when picked up
By police to be fed; connection
Dad knew the big boss.
What is this?
What are we?
All of us
Mainly West, USA
Time of ships everywhere
Conquer
Atlantic, pacific, poles at end
North and South
They kill in, their high-time.
Narrow-mind
Narrow-mind
Narrow-mind
Just fashions
Day-dreams
American, celebrities, and models
But mostly frozen, in brains
See cold war and its sides
See Iraq, Libya, Lebanon
See the books banned for long
Hey Yankee
You ugly; American
Stay in melting pot;
Be yourself as you are; un-learned.
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