Give Us Your Brightest

Give us your brightest most capable, most talented young men and women, let them breathe in the fragrance of our genuine liberty and simulated beauty. However make no mistake we are truly beautiful, for we are the Mecca of most infinite prospect and opportunity.The trusts and fears of nations rise and fall with our each breath. And the futures of our sons and daughters will whither or bloom under your touch. These are the words that have ripened on the surface of the French statue in that american bay in the New york harbor. The 'tired and poor' masses that flow to our prolific institutions and grow among us are thickening the coiling vine of cultural assortment, that’s turning into an exponential explosion of an identity crisis. The melting pot of our nation has cracked and appears to be seeping a sweet aromatic fluid that no one in the world, but its dethroned designer knows the nature of.

The pre-eminence of our talent is analogous to a cologne insert in a wrestling magazine the presence of which hardly detracts from the sad class around it. And as we continue stumbling across history happily afflicted with a hard case of cultural myopia, we point to our standardized test scores and gifted researchers, failing to recognize that the magnet programs are filled with the sons and daughters of the second and third generation foreigners that paint us our fertilized portrait on the television screen. Still, untouched and untrampled, plots and portions of our land remain rooted with raw ability and keen wit, yet our paramount are loitering in mediocrity swallowed up by the over-amassment of cultural garbage that permeates our daily existence.

Over years of fortune and providence this nation has amassed itself an air of respect, and claimed to its name an era of human existence And now as we burn on the lavers of success we swathe the odor of smoke in perfume and prepare to imbibe the juices brought about by the fruits of our labor. But why does the nectar flow from the cup of our neighbor and how can its sweetness eclipse the glare of our disenchantment. Yet though the American cornucopia of prominence may be smoldering with mediocrity, faith has it that the beauty and potential of our unmatched spirits will persevere, and the prowess of our faculty will somehow surmount its susceptibility to sponge like dysfunction.

I am thinking about publishing more things (poetry and so forth) but I have some misgivings about posting it on the internet...