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Understanding the World through words

Poetry Can Be|Haiku

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Poetry can be
Like music, wonderfully
Rhythmic and touching.

The American Dream has Become A Nightmare To Me

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How did I lose my
Autonomy, while striving and reaching
For the mighty dollar?

I was duped, conditioned to believe
That the fantasy was really meant for me,
When all along my happiness had fled.

The American dream become a
Nightmare, as money became my new god.

Those sly, tantalizing commercials, depicting success:
Driving the new car,
Or having all the right cards,
Became a snare.
A ravenous trap that can’t be adequately fed.

Now,
I dream of liberty outside the clutches of
The money tree that I have become.