Long, too long America

 

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)

Long, too long America,

 Travelling roads all even and peaceful you learn from joys and prosperity only,

 But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,

 And now to conceive and show to the world what your children en-masse really are,

 (For who except myself has yet conceived what your children really are?)

 

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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