This is the land

My newest poem is dedicated to the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice in defense of this land. It is up to each of us to guarantee it was not in vain.

I emerge only to resubmerge
In the land of grand romance and lies
Of three-eyed fish and one-eyed men
Of time that moves so slowly back
And almost forth
Where whispers drown the loudest screams and
Darkness outshines light

We used to call this the land of dreams
When we knew what dreams were for


This is the land our mothers dug
Into with their raw fingers
That our fathers watered with their tears
This is the land we were hoping for
Where freedom is not just a word

We submerge and reemerge
The air so cold on our wet skin
The mud so soft under our feet
Our hair grown long and hard
Our eyes exhausted by everything they’ve seen
This is the land we were looking for
Where justice is not just a word


Published by mikepowernyc

New album "Observations" available now. A veteran of NYC’s underground music scene, Mike Power played on the stages of such beloved lost venues as CBGB’s and Kenny’s Castaways, as well as stalwart surviving ones like Arlene’s Grocery and the Bitter End as singer/songwriter/bassist with Late Model Humans. In 2020, quarantining from the global pandemic he worked remotely with other artists to record a collection of new music called Observations, that infuses his punk roots with introspective acoustic pieces.

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