Ode for Disobedient Country
poem by:
Will MaxOptimism
Written
on Mar 24, 2026
In body of immigrant I can imagine myself, the lonely trudge each de-welcoming step next steely raucous caging where within holds those long blank immigrant faces, and for myself ache for the pledge you my country holds from time when I myself had uniform donned, words of fealty did I swear against detesters loathe hence, rights constitutionally won, defend by oath. I can imagine in rumpled clothes myself engage fear-driven sobs and interned, standing erect “Mother of Exiles” crowned and robed permeating “sea-washed” island harbor whole she in skyward hand “flaming torch” hold beaming hope down darkest way —metaphorically speaking— to those “tired”... to those “poor”... to those “Huddled masses yearning to breathe free”. As I imagine myself immigrant my silent lips tremble questioning merit of the blood rivers spilled, so too the acquainted blood knotted as kill on consecrated fields of freedom’s weight. That I grow and grow equity in common rile, myself ascend imagine chafe sullen, do lumber right hand into address thrust against mournful brow. For you, disobedient country, faithful voices trill hymns from entombed divided battlefields in remembrance of the price, we to pay.
Tags: Anger, Metaphor, Imagery, Abstract,
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Roxanne Dubarry commented on Apr 22, 2026 at 2:39pm
It is a very well written poem and it both shows and honestly displays that clearly you have learned to "walk much more than a mile in the shoes of destitute migrants seeking asylum. Without asking the sixty four thousand dollar questions. Why are they seeking asylum? For right alongside genuine immigrants, there is the prevailing criminal element willing and able to exploit them for criminal and illegal purposes and monetary gain....
