American Lullaby (poem)


There is no such thing as barrels of oil. No heavy crude
Drowning the world, no saccharin lighter grades so sweet
It drives mild men wild.
Go to bed my darling, there is no such thing as barrels of oil.
There are only cars made of chrome and polish, flash and speed.
One for every man woman and child
Who dreams of the open road.


There is no such thing as global warming.
Or for that matter old growth forests
Whose canopies could shelter a hundred, a thousand Statues of Liberty.
There is no such thing as habitat loss or endangered species
The world is good and unchanging, my child.
In our forests and lakes and mountains and deserts
Is life beyond counting and reason.


There is no such thing as war
No ancient hatreds or blood at the boiling point.
We’re one world, whole and indivisible.
So sleep tight in your own soft bed.
And every morning awake in your own bright room.
There has always been enough for everyone
And you will never be asked to do without.

Published in MARGIE: The American Journal of Poetry
Volume Three / 2004.

American Lullaby (poem)

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