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Uncle Sir...

Once the boy said to the man
On a hot summer's day,
"Uncle will you tell me please,
Why can't I go play?

The other boys all laugh outside,
And all are having fun,
Why must I sit here with you,
As they play in the sun?"

Staring daggers at his child,
The man's eyes grew from calm to wild,
And as he stroked the poor boy's head,
The man looked at the boy and said,

"I'm the one to hold you tight,
The one to make your world all right,
No matter who you search to see,
The only one for you is me."

"Yes Uncle Sir I know you're right,
But don't you think that they,
Might not truly be that bad,
Maybe they want to play?"

Reaching for the young boy's hand,
The man observed him briefly and
(forcing the boy to welcome his speech),
Holding him tight he started to preach:

"They are the ones who want you dead,
The ones with evil in their heads,
Their sole intent is to abuse you,
To bite you, scratch you, and to bruise you.

They are the ones who'll make you hurt,
But don't you try to stay alert,
Rest you now, I'll be your eyes,
Let me hide you from their lies.

I'm the one to hold you tight,
The only one to make it right,
If you heed what bad boys say,
The terror will not go away."

"But Uncle Sir what did I do?
What makes them hate me so?
I never even spoke to them,
What's there of me they know?"

"They can't see the boy you are,
But they can see you from afar,
Can you see them, crouching there?
Rotten drunk with heathen prayer.

They'll come for you in the night,
To take your family from your sight,
Bad faith turns their pure hearts black,
And leaves you weak to their attack.

Can you see them, coming near?
Curl up to me, no need to fear.
I'm the one to hold you tight,
The one to kiss your head goodnight."

"Yes Uncle Sir I see them now,
I see that they will hurt me.
Please Uncle Sir, protect me now,
And never, ever desert me."

And so the boy sits with the man,
And never goes to play,
And while the others laugh outside,
Inside the boy must stay.
This is a poem I wrote about our attitudes towards outsiders, primarily influenced by America's foreign policy.
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xInsideTheHorizonx Featured By Owner May 1, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
this poem hit me like a ton of bricks, this is true and it hurts me soo much. 
WinterSong12 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
That is so sad, but I see the way it is true.
Dreamworld88 Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013  Student Writer
This poem makes me think of mental hospitals...
HollieAHyde Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow! Spoke to me totally, but not of America, of another kind of institution that likes to keep you feeling safe by inflicting a sense of terror....
acdmow Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2012
Really well written
acdmow Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2012
Really well written
mingresque Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2010
Mean world syndrome---has truths on it, but not completely true.

emd1115 Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2010
Wow I really love America don't get me wrong but that whole arizona immagration law they were trying to place and I was like um hello we all descended from immagrents. I think that this poem is amazingly well written and I think that the uncle is uncle sam as well
toxicated-angel Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2010
whoa... this is some deep stuff, I thought it was about abuse at first but when he kept repeating his words ~I firgured it was some nazi-related brainwashing. I was pretty close I think xD
Rosaliebyrd13 Featured By Owner May 28, 2009
ok dude, time to stop ripping on america. i realize that we may not make the best choices at times,but we do try. i am so sick of hearing that America is evil. not all of us aviod or exploit those who are different from us. ALSO not all of us support the war ar it's causes.
lesucredepasteque Featured By Owner May 5, 2009
good imagery
good point
xxuglyducklingxx Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2009   Writer
KNOTTBOLD Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2009   Photographer
is deep and sad this tale you tell .
but you harness the rhyme,just so well.
z33r0 Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2009
uncle as in uncle Sam? or am I reading too much into it?

America's foreign policy seems not so much to be avoid everyone else, but exploit them if you can, and make war with the ones you can't.

this poem reminded me more of the hyper-protective parenthood I have seen lately, and the solipsistic attitude North Americans seem to have adopted. Even I prefer to walk down a street and not have to say hello to anyone.

I love your style by the way. "rotten drunk with heathen prayers" and (forcing the boy to welcome his speech) were things I found especially potent.

also grats on the DD, I enjoyed that too, and I do find that many feminists today are more on the side of being feminine supremacists.
emd1115 Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2010
i thought it was uncle sam too
bownsingKottyncloudc Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2009
America's foreign policy, ever since we started, has been a joke. i don't normally like this style of narrative, but you did it in such a way that kept me reading. it makes me angry and kind of fires me up, neat.
alex192 Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2007
Yeah, pretty much completely true, sadly.

But they're just scared, after 9/11.
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