Always Remember

Fragile.

Memory is fragile.

Moments, seconds, hours, all in the past.

The American dream, dying on its feet,

Sun drenched California,

Skyscrapered New York,

All showing signs of a country, an empire,

That is decaying from the inside out.

The past is a happy place, populated with icons,

Warhol, O’Keefe, The Rat Pack, The American Gothic,

Yet,

The warnings were always there,

The Grapes of Wrath, Gatsby, Monroe,

Capote writing, Lee observing the court case,

A country that forgot its natives,

A nation of immigrants that became illiberal,

Across the prairies travel the voices,

New, young and vibrant words reverberate,

Uttering old messages,

However, these are the same songs of NWA, Baldwin, Robeson,

This isn’t a passing moment, this is history in the making,

Time doesn’t stop,

And America will always remember.