I wanted to partake
in the fruits of its luxury and fame
I wanted to share
in the abundance of its wealth and name
where the bells of freedom
and the lady of liberty
cradles the tired and the poor
where the bills of right
as a matter of life
and beggars and rich alike took pride
in this beacon of hope
where millions flock to its crowded shores.
I wanted to partake
in the dream
that fills the basket that once was empty
that feeds the mouth that once was hungry
that clothes the back that once was naked
I wanted to partake
in the dream
and the blessings of time and place
that makes this garden of varieties
to be fruitful and plenty.
But I am
like a mouse entrapped in a cage
with an enticing bait that dangles
risk limb and leg to get to its taste
and once inside that cage
the iron gates slammed
and without a desire to opt out
the juicy oil drips from the bait
the mouse goes round and round in a circle
for it may never be able to get inside again.
In the comforts of a bed I slept lonely
in the midst of a crowd I felt fearful
in the satisfaction of the material I felt empty
and in the eyes of the law I am a law breaker
imprisoned in the fortress of my longings
I am an alien.
Rene
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