Streets Paved in Gold
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Ok, First off, let me say that whereas I use several racial slurs in this poem, I am not a racist. I use them only to make a point. Please don't hate me for them. Please don't let them stop you from reading this...Also consider this your warning that it has terms for several people, including three races I identify with(German, Irish, and Indian), and I appologize in advance for anybody who I offend.
Having said this, I've been toying with this idea for a couple of months now. I took the title from an old saying about America I heard. It was "Welcome to America, Where the Streets are Paved with Gold." anyhow, tell me what you think...
Sorry again if I offended anybody, that wasn't my intent.
Having said this, I've been toying with this idea for a couple of months now. I took the title from an old saying about America I heard. It was "Welcome to America, Where the Streets are Paved with Gold." anyhow, tell me what you think...
Sorry again if I offended anybody, that wasn't my intent.
Streets Paved in Gold
Welcome to the new land, Where everybody is happy Life goes on, and everyday a new joy. Peace and prosperity wait there for all Haven’t you heard? The streets will be paved in gold. This is the virgin land, Unscathed by human hand And cool crystal streams Flowing free and wild as dreams Here is where streets will be paved in gold In this strange land, with streets paved in gold No more peace can survive Kindness simply a memory of the old Lust for money and progress, our only drive We must pave our streets in gold The feather-heads we’ll hunt down, To the death they all shall bleed Their crime; lending hand in our time of need And slowing the progress of our glorious town. Where the streets are paved in gold. Bring over the niggers upon galleys Beat them, whip them and with their blood Make fertile the once pure mud Of swamp, hill and valley They feed the masses where the streets are paved in gold Smile now in wait for the new arrivals, Zips sign their mark, To our war they embark Their blood pays to cast down our rivals And keep our streets paved in gold. From the west the Chinks came, To lay the lumbers and steel rails Manifest our destiny with sweat and nails Though for these poor souls there is no fame. Along our streets paved in gold Now war spreads rampant on our shores, Take it home to those damn Jap whores Though Native-born; they’re sent Pay for crimes of a strange land in internment. But we were so sure that they would sell our streets of gold. A new threat arises from within and without, The Rag-heads rise up after their alliance with the Kraut We’ll show them what playing with the neo-fascists Now we drop the bomb, for fire works the fastest. To purify the world for our streets paved in gold. Find their brood; enslave them all Find them at home, or the local mall Strip the strangers of humanity Foreigners deserve no dignity They soil our streets paved in gold. Mania once more takes hold, Greed and blood make us bold. Their misery; our stronghold Their lives paid for our gold Will the blood never wash clean of our streets paved in gold? |
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| This makes me wonder how Europeans ever got anything done without niggers and chinks to do all the hard work. I really don't know where to start with racist works like this cause I really don't know where your hatred for whites comes from, possibly it was just taught in gradeschool as is common today. The reason this poem will never work is because it's based on poor insights that only express an apologistic cultural trend, putting it at the same level as a poem about how black people stink. While the sentence structures and rhymes are mediocre at best I'd suggest coming with a more refined and more original message if you want to improve this piece. | Posted on 2006-03-20 00:00:00 | by Lostinbeer | [ Reply to This ] | First of all, let me say that this is a wonderful poem. It's very well thought-out, I can tell, and full of a justifiable rage. It has a distinct narrative, never strays from topic nor loses its steam. This stanza: | A new threat arises from within and without, The Rag-heads rise up after their alliance with the Kraut We’ll show them what playing with the neo-fascists Now we drop the bomb, for fire works the fastest. To purify the world for our streets paved in gold. kind of misses beats rhythmically... like the syllables are off. But that'll be pretty easy to fix. I do have a problem with the message, though. It's so black-and-white in your poem- you completely demonize America, and seem to attribute universal human failings to this one country. It just seems kind of skewed, like, you don't mention the opportunities for social mobility in America. In fact, you refer to progress as a negative thing: Lust for money and progress, our only drive Progress is inherently a positive word. Social progress is one of the things your poem is asking for. And yet... Also, this line: Their crime; lending hand in our time of need Everything in your poem refers specifically to some historic incident.. I vaguely remember something, like was it some war about french territories? or s/t? Your poem is a very good guilt trip... :) I agree, america has/has had problems.. but I like it still! (maybe I should stop listening to "It's a Grand Old Flag" on my ipod, eh?) goooood job! kristen | Posted on 2006-02-19 00:00:00 | by Kristen Gudsnuk | [ Reply to This ] | Hey, I thought this poem was great; and I can see the purpose of using the racial slurs. By all means, I think even if you didn't explain that you weren't a racist, this poem would probably have told that to its readers! ;) | I'm not American, but I have a vague idea about a bit of history here and there about America, so I get what you're trying to say here. Now if all history lessons were written in such a form, I might have a bit more interest. Hahaha. Like Kristen Gudsnuk said, Idon't think it's fair that the blame is laid completely on one country... nevertheless, I cannot deny the message of this poem. I guess in our efforts to achieve progress, we overlook a lot of other things... especially in those days when mankind was still too stubborn to accept and understand other races and cultures. Of course, it's not like we are completely understanding now, but at least... we had some form of positive progress there. But then again, one can only wonder, right? What with all the terrorism crap going on around the world right now. At any rate, I liked this poem... I thought that it was narrated very well, and it kept me reading. I don't usually last till the end with longer poems like these. haha. thanks for sharing. | Posted on 2006-02-19 00:00:00 | by zhi wei | [ Reply to This ] | I found this piece interesting in the fact that it speaks much truth about the country we live in. Right now we are in a time of war, not for land or for freedom, but for control and for oil. But, not all americans are benefiting from this. All who live here suffer, black, white, brown and red. Every race of american born and raised. I myself come from German, Indian and French Canadian decent and was born here in this country, yet still am called a nazi every once in a while. | I do agree that alot of this country was built on the blood sweat and tears of foreigners, the ancesters of people like me. But this country is a place of opportunity, why do you think it is such a mixed race nation. Not all of americans are bad, just some. Those of us who know the truth and don't close our ears to it will continue to be the good of the nation. Every country is in progress, this one just a little bit faster than others. I just wish that there was a different way to progress than to take advantage of a certain situation. Our government sucks and in times like these I believe that they are the real culprits. In understanding a writers points of view, I found no racism coming from the writer himself, just a perspective of how the writer thinks others would feel. With a piece like this, eventually you will get negative thoughts and opinions, but isn't that what being a writer is all about. Freedom of speech, one thing that can't be taken away. No matter what anyone thinks, it is your right and you have done a nice job interpreting how you feel on such a controversial issue. Brightest Blessings, Crystal | Posted on 2006-02-20 00:00:00 | by lenotoire | [ Reply to This ] | |
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