Another Reason I Love Ray Bradbury

“America” by Ray Bradbury

America: an ode to immigrants

We are the dream that other people dream.

The land where other people land.

When late at night

They think on flight

And, flying, here arrive

Where we fools dumbly thrive ourselves.

Refuse to see

We be what all the world would like to be.

Because we have within this scheme

The obvious dream blind to us.

We do not mind the miracle we are,

So stop our mouths with curses.

While all the world rehearses

Coming here to stay.

We busily make plans to go away.

How dumb! newcomers cry, arrived from Chad.

You’re mad! Iraqis shout.

We’d sell our souls if we could be you.

How come you cannot see the way we see you?

You tread a freedom forest as you please

But, damn! You miss the forest for the trees.

Ten thousand wanderers a week

Engulf your shore,

You wonder what their shouting’s for,

And why so glad?

Run warm those souls: America is  abd?

Sit down, stare their faces, see!

You’d be the hoped-for thing a hopeless world would be.

In tides of immigrants that this year flow

You still remain the beckoning hearth they’d know

In midnight beds with blueprint, plan & scheme

You are the dream that other people dream.

Happy 4th of July. Let’s keep America that hoped-for thing 🙂


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