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Image : one of my own photos, taken during hiking. Edited for today's topic, shown in a poem form. Added a faint, twisted representation of the flag
Trigger warnings due to content : suggestive material, anti-religion, anti-guns, critic of usa overturning roe vs wade
I was inspired to compose the text, mixing some Babylon 5's 1st season intro (you can read it here) and some Lord of the Rings reference (the One ring to rule them all...)
Addendum : after my wife read the poem and told me her thoughts, I want to specify that I purposefully composed it with discordance, in view of the topic. I may revisit and alter order of phrases for closer , more apparent rhymes ; In that eventuality, I'd also uniformize my language and not mix two styles, but for now, this is the current version, with its mess and variations.
Medium entry with 602 words (poem itself) + 156 with adaptation examples in the bottom.
American Decay : a poem
It was the dusk of human rights,
years after gaining progress,
the religious dogmas repossessed the field;
its goal was to delete every single achievement,
to overturn any victory
and enclose humans in old routine,
in the old, backwards belief system of faith in the heavenly,
whose deity's existence is so uncertain,
Once more, women are forced to births,
Even risking their lives to compress,
as long as babies are born, the states are thrilled,
the religious leaders soaring to contentment
Any girl may be forced to carry to term any baby,
it doesn't matter if she's too young and a fledgling,
it matters even less if she was forced into pregnancy,
But the state wants her to carry the burden,
Personal choices over their own bodies in suspension,
Women and girls must obey their politician mates,
Or the state's decisions to swallow,
Women and girls who get hurt are indefensible,
Women and girls who miscarry from stress or accidents, can face a trial,
they are often mistreated as aggressors,
and sometimes even charged with murders,
Hell may be an invention of religion,
but humans make it a reality with pro-birthing mandates,
Hell is now.
In the land called 'murika, nothing is sensible,
White cis hetero and religious old gits,
women with internal misogyny, and minorities in denial,
decided to repel laws that advanced their
society's predecessors,
backstabbing whole communities,
justice's usurpers.
In the land called 'murika, 2022 has been erased,
Trans rights have been burnt in religious flames,
women and girls are deemed as such only in biblical terms.
A nation highjacked, its Courts in time-warp placed,
Into olden-days' judgement' frames,
Opened the illicit can of worms,
Religious politicians don't need a Tardis, nor Delorean,
and even less a Starfleet starship to go back in time,
Forgetful are modern understandings of any historian,
Rights are now buried, deep in a murky pool of awful slime,
50 years have already been thrown in the sewer,
Open mindedness sacrificed on a skewer,
centuries more are on the way of this forced labor,
This is indeed one dark hour, tasting ever so sour.
'Murika was presented as a land of dream,
where anyone and everyone could achieve a worthy goal,
Where truth could be built and shine like a sunbeam,
Pernicious religious dogma taking social control,
'murika's allure losing its steam,
where anyone and everyone is and shall pay a toll.
Murika' was built on lies, deceit, religious conquering,
and extermination of indigenous peoples,
at least those who didn't get shuffled into camps,
the history of their erasure redefined à-la-nineteen-eighty-four,
Fact-twisting, accuracy blurring, authenticity squandering,
Genuine Native chronicles in pins and needles,
murika's legitimacy in question, extinguishing its lamps,
Forcing a view of its current ugly décor, a real eyesore,
'murika2022 is a dangerous place,
where hope has been kicked to the ground,
hurting half a population, in the name of religion.
Such is the mighty downfall into inhuman disgrace,
Setting its every new rule as a prison compound,
Sacrificing every woman, girl, and minority person as a pigeon
It's a port of call, a port of children-brainwashing,
Individuality, imagination and freedoms' squashing,
Twisting the adults they may become, all heirs to prayers,
Now all, young and old, living their nightmares.
It's a port of birthing, but also uncaring
about all those babies : once out of the womb,
they may go straight to the tomb.
If the progeny survive their infancy,
they'll surely live in fear, in a contingency
of meeting projectiles, an existence in urgency,
'Cos guns in 'murika have more rights than folk,
and sadly that ain't even a joke.
Examples of direct adaptations from Bablylon 5's intro mentioned above and my poem:
"It was the dawn of the third age of mankind. Ten years after the Earth Minbari war. The Babylon project was dream giving form. Its goal to prevent another war by creating a place where humans and aliens could work out their differences peacefully"
Turned into the first verse
It was the dusk of human rights,
years after gaining progress,
the religious dogmas repossessed the field;
its goal was to delete every single achievement,
to overturn any victory
and enclose humans in old routine,
in the old, backwards belief system of faith in the heavenly,
whose deity's existence is less than certain,
It's a port of call....
turned into the ending portion, 13 & 14th verses
and evidently, Lord of the Rings refs are easy to spot, such as
"In the land called 'murika, nothing is sensible..." VS original "the Land of Mordor"...
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