America

I was born into a land I don’t deserve.
Joined its military ranks but didn’t serve.
Did it all for me and acted like I wasn’t free,
but now I see a way of life we must preserve.

America’s the only place on earth
where your circumstances don’t define your worth.
If you don’t believe, then pack a bag a leave
and see how many countries give you berth.

There’s a reason why America’s the dream.
People leave families behind to join our team.
Equal opportunity for all, not just you and me,
a promise offered only by our regime.

Americans today are so confused.
Free to choose but say we are abused.
Those who hate, almost seem to benefit the most
from the same system which stands to be accused.

We’re not perfect, but if you focus on
every single flaw and every con,
and fight to make the west the same as all the rest,
you’ll miss what you had when it is gone.

Better Than You

You said to me, “I’m better than you.”
I disagreed and I puffed my chest
but inside I knew, it’s true.

That’s all it took to gain my admiration.
You didn’t have to prove it – I was yours.
My thoughts, poisoned by your put downs, 
were obsessed
with climbing
your ladder
of approval.

What can I do to be your equal?
Maybe if I got a higher score,
Or made friends with yours,
and if they looked up to me
with praise akin
to how they praised you,
you’d raise your chin
and see me eye to eye.
But you don’t
and I don’t
know why.

I’m better at sports,
better at school,
have more friends,
broke more rules,
made more money,
traveled more too.
You know what?
I’m better than you!

But how can I convince you,
like you did me, when my words
don’t phase you at all?
We don’t speak unless I call.
I bet you don’t notice
when the phone doesn’t ring.
I sit and stare, getting madder
by the minute;
You should be begging for my time!

I laugh at your failures.
I say you deserve it.
I try hard to be perfect;
waiting for you
to tell me I’m worth it,
because in your presence
I don’t feel like a person!

A seed planted in my youth,
bloomed to become my truth.
Thoughts into reality,
I’ve doubted me
my entire life.

Years fighting your voice,
only to find;
it was never yours – It was mine.

The Mountain

The wind howled.
A point to prove.
The Mountain would not move.

The thunder roared.
The lightning struck
the Mountain with no luck!

The rain stormed
and threw a fit.
The Mountain would not submit.

When the earth
began to quake.
The Mountain would not break.

They all attacked,
inch by inch.
The Mountain would not flinch.

When pressure comes
from all around.
Be the Mountain. Stand your ground.

-Robert J. Harrigan

The Battle Within

Holding on to anger,
one can not deny,
is like drinking poison,
expecting foes to die.

A walking contradiction,
how I’ve always been.
Achieve invisibility,
grieve when I’m not seen.

Behind these bars of silence.
Imprisoned inside Hell.
The door’s unlocked, however,
afraid to leave my cell.

The battle against evil,
the conquering of sin,
is not against each other,
it’s happening within.