American Dream

In spite of the decadence
Of a corrupt society,
The war cries of its overlords,
Incompetence of its leaders,
The pulse of this nation beats strong,
Securely founded in their constitution,
Backed by the survival will
Of a great and powerful nation
Which in the end defies all evil
And overcomes its handicaps,
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes,
It stands tall in its creativity,
Art, music, technology
And the talented, diversified population
Of that great melting pot - America,
My Athens of the Western World
With its symbol - the bald eagle,
Evermore reaching for the skies.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz