Americas bread

Beth Tremaglio

beth tremaglio

“Soundness has left her soil.”
Americas bread..
Thousands stand on Americas land




without a god

she is left to herself.
America has cast herself unjustly upon

unknown waters

has sold her own for profit,

her children’s future land





upon their backs a weight of stone

they will chip away at,

belts around their waists pulled tighter with each swing.
Americas bread has now

returned to her diseased

poisonous waters flood

the streets


she is at war with herself


the wheat and tares

grasp for power,

drowning in her own lusts

for a new world built off of old systems

soundness has left her soil.

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