(Apropos Of Juxtaposed Natures)
Beneath the quiet cerulean sky,
Spotted with flat puffy white clouds
I cruised the long valley-like roadway,
Bordered on each side by beautiful
Palisades of monumental sage trees:-
These sage trees reflected their hued
Green, yellow, orange, red, and brown tints
That rainbowed the palisaded borders of the roadway
That so beautifully runs through this sage tree valley:-
What an irony that this amazingly quiet
Canvassing of nature’s glorious beauty,
Veils juxtaposed rustic ugliness of a frail
Perplexed nation, falsely echoing itself
As a beautiful land of the brave and free:
A nation, falsely echoing itself as a land
In which all are born free and endowed
Within its borders, life, liberty, justice
And the pursuit of hope’s happiness:-
May nature’s uplifting rendering of beauty
Continue to fuel us in our struggle spiritually
To dismantle this country’s bigoted self-defense
Juxtaposed disposition of its racist rendering
Of injustice and meager piecemeal justice:-
Indeed, in the coming beauty of summer’s warming,
Let us not be under-heated in our daily ongoings
Of the melting of the cold atrocities seeking to
Ice-block our momentous journey along
Freedom’s road towards true liberation:-