Night Life

We, the new generation, are the dream.

We, dentist smiles and thin, diet bodies.

Fluorescent lights, hope for a star to deem

Us perfect, alive: free of all folies.


We look for something pure to make us whole,

We Guess and some find the True Religion.

We gaze at plastic mannequins, its role

As a mirror. We are a partition.


Big city lights and we sing the anthem,

Little, lonely people want to be more.

Lady liberty sees a cash phantom.

America the great, home for the poor.


We’re manic on our night street, high on smog.

Dust on our night feet, dancers on a cog.


This poem is about: 
My country


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