We
Americans
Speak
of our founding fathers,
Our
proud heritage,
As
if it were all etched in stone,
Authored
by God,
This
young country,
This
work in progress,
Fresh
from ignorance and sin,
Sinning
still.
What Do You Really Think?
What do you really think?
No,
Not what you’ve heard,
Those predigested generalizations
Tailored to specific constituencies,
Foot soldiers amassing in the unity of certainty.
What do you think that’s genuinely yours,
Uniquely yours,
The product of your own ingredients,
Of your own mental exercise,
Unaltered by expectations of approval
Or disapproval,
Stripped of cliché,
Of second-hand observations . . .
Summon the truest voice within and tell me,
What do you really think?
~ Poem and Photo by Russ Allison Loar
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