Saturday, June 5, 2021

RFK: IT'S BEEN 53 YEARS

 





YOU SHOOT AT YOURSELF, AMERICA


The Statue of Liberty's color

Grows ever more deathly pale

As, loving freedom with bullets,

You shoot at yourself, America.


You can kill yourself like that!

It's dangerous to go out

Into this nightmare world,

But it's still more dangerous

To hide in the woods.


There's a smell on earth

Of a universal Dallas.

It is frightful to live

And this fright is full of shame.


Who's going to believe false fairy tales,

When, behind a facade of noble ideas

The price of gun oil rises

And the price of human life falls?


Murderers attend funerals in mourning,

And become stockholders later,

And, once again,

Ears of grain filled with bullets

Wave in Texas fields.


--Yevgeny Yevtushenko, June 1968