American Dreams by John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

You see them
Every morning
Lined outside

Any US Embassy
Around the world

The visa seekers
The American Dream seekers

The poor, the dispossessed
The disenfranchised
The marginalized

The forgotten
The left behinds
Of the not so great society

The rich, the mightily
The powerful
The beautiful

All looking for a slice
Of the American Dream

Some to sample its delicious flavors
Others to try to live
Among its deceptive lures

America beckons
As it has for years and years

Land of the free
Home of the brave
Lady Liberty

Land where a dream
And a little luck
Can make you too
The richest man alive

So they line up
Outside my office door

Just to talk
To the American Visa God

Spin a tale
Tell a story
Play a game

Pretend to be
What the American Visa God needs

And then you get
Your piece of the American Pie

And off you go
Only to end up

In a thousand neglected
Backwaters of the American nightmare

Floating from one marginal
Illegal job to another

Prey to the predators
Ever behind
The rent demands

For you see
America is a rich habit
It is expensive to maintain

The first taste is free
The rest will cost yah

You life, your soul
And 70 hours per week
At sub-minimum wages

Soon you will be speaking
With the poor, the disenfranchised

The flotsam
The neglected
The left behinds

The rich will ignore you
Not know your name

The poor will fear
You will take their jobs away

And your friends back home
Will wait to hear

About you became a big shot
In the American land

They don’t want to hear
No tales of working at McDonald’s

Working 70 hours a week
At five jobs per day

No, No, No
That’s not the America
They see on TV

They want it now
They want their MTV

Where’s the babes?
Where’s the parties?
Where’s the sex with naked ladies

Come on man,
You’re holding out

Tell us the tales
Of Wild America

And so they line up
Each and every day

Line up outside
My office window

And we have the power
To set them free

Some to enable them
To dream the American dream

Some to send to the American nightmare
Others to go back home
To wherever they come back

They will be back
They will be back

Nothing will deter them
Not even the lack

Of a piece of paper
From the American Visa God

John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet and former Foreign Service officer having served 27 years with the U.S. State Department in ten countries – Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada, Korea, India, St Kitts, St Lucia, St Vincent, Spain and Thailand. and traveled to 45 countries during his career.  Jake has been an aspiring novelist for several years and has completed two novels, (Giant Nazi Spiders, and the Great Divorce) and is pursuing publication.  He has been writing poetry all his life and has published his poetry in electronic poetry forums, including All Poetry, Moon Café and Duane’s Poetree. (under the name Jake Lee).  He is looking forward to transitioning to his third career – full-time novelist and poet after completing his second career as a Foreign Service officer, and his first career as an educator overseas for six years upon completion of his Peace Corps service in South Korea.


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