Land of Brotherhood

M. Fennell

June 1986



This is one of the few bitter, angst poems. This was written a long time ago, during a period when much looked bleak in my life. This is no longer the case. I am not bitter, my life is much better than I ever expected during that time, and I have seen much good in this country.

Still, there are readers today who like this one. It does say a few things to think about.


Land of Brotherhood:

I see a black veteran from Vietnam
For his country he sits in a weelchair
Labeled “coward” if he did not go
Now spit on because he was there

I see a red man in a white coat
My how the medicine man has changed
Cowboy movies make his red blood boil
Why were they forced from the plain?

I see a typical middle class couple
Both from Iowa with college degreees
With red tape and loopholes no law can defend them
The government steals as much as they please

I see a white man in a black suit
Phony smile, forked tounge, millionare
Twist of the arm, knife in the back
Still he pretends to care

I see the Statue of Liberty
She stands for opportunity for every race and creed
In America you can find it
Note how the above did succeed