Tears Fall From The Statue Of Liberty Poem by Teedy Dawn

Oh America.
Can’t you hear her?
Your mother is crying.
She mourns her lost sons and daughters who blood lies sacrificed on some other distant shore.
She weeps for the lonely, lovelost souls whose crumpled bodies line streets and litter shop doorways.
She cries for her poor, pallid, patriots who can no longer taste the ‘all you can eat buffet’ or order ‘coffee to go’.
Oh America.
Can’t you hear her?
Your mother is calling.
She asks that you turn down your cable TV, switch off your cell phones and listen to your hearts.
She begs you not to let arrogance blind you to those who exist beyond the shopping malls and who have no more credit rating.
She pleads that in your disposable existence you do not throw away the world.
Oh America.
Can’t you hear her?
Your mother is silent.
She loves you and waits for your answer.