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home-cookin'
by Indigo Tempestaas soon as i got home i cried
Cannon fodder, macintosh apples
Baseball games on hot summer days
I fire bullets into the air
Eyes gleaming as the
Stars and stripes fawn over all.
Historically Georges have led our
Fair country into glorious
Landscapes of bullets and blood
Let's stand proud and worship death
Lest evil enemies steal our breath.
Stand proud with hands over heart
No one shall tear us apart
As we gaze into the future with
Guns in our hands
Victory on our minds
Divvying up foreign lands
'fore drawing the blinds.
Stand tall stand proud
Our children march to die
No need to question
Or wonder why
Be proud be strong
Each dead body makes
A new note for a
Patriotic song. 01/27/2002 Author's Note: dedicated to sallie and malachi.
thanks, steve p.
Posted on 01/27/2002
Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Paez on 01/13/05 at 04:29 PM i was going to say that this place is something of a microcosm of the world, or at least of western culture - but then it occurred to me... are there many people of color here at all?
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| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 01/16/05 at 09:44 AM Congratulations on POTD! This poem is sweet, homey, and just feels so damned good. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/16/05 at 07:16 PM Color me confused. I could swear I just congratulated Bryn Harker yesterday on the very same poem sans the title and first line. If this is a collaboration and/or truly your work, then I scratch my head and redirect my salutations for POTD to you, Indi.
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/17/05 at 07:41 AM Indigo, Congratulations on POTD! This poem sure captures all kinds of emotions, but the one I feel the most is sadness, because of the inherent truth you've expressed.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 01/17/05 at 11:59 AM do you listen to victoria williams? ever since i first read your work, i thought that you would take a shine to her work. regards - maryellen lebeda-parra |
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