The Roar of the Approaching Night: The Frustrated Screams of an American Poet

Today, our once great and powerful nation lies broken and bleeding. We have no sense of self. America the beautiful lies face first in the mud and a pool of blood. It is not completely our own, but mixed with those who have fought with us in our insanity. This is not a work of protest poems. War is sometimes a necessity, if one holds too fast to ideals that promote such foolishness. However, it is a collection of works designed to make the reader think, feel, and maybe see everything from a different point of view. For through the reader’s eyes, the writer’s dream is made real. Outside, night falls upon a great nation. There is no way to stop the coming darkness. The only question left to ask What will the dawn bring?