Benjamin Kurzweil
Benjamin Kurzweil

To our American friends (I found my freedom)

I found my blues.

Self-evident truths.

On Blueberry Hill.

Here the sunshine fulfill.

No more lingering chill.

On Blueberry Hill.

The chill lingered until.

No more wishes to fulfill.

 

A banker’s rites.

The one who bites.

We are not slaves.

Not born in caves.

Some feel relaxed chill.

Some feel cold chill.

On Blueberry Hill.

My Blueberry Hill.

 

We hold these truths to be self-evident,

that all men and women of all classes

are born into freedom

with equal rights to affordable living space

and affordable education;

living a meaningful life through work;

being able to express one’s true potential

via employment or self-employment.

Or sovereign being.

 

I am a sovereign being.

I am stepping into the seeing.

Of self-evident truths.

Here I found my blues.

 

I was born on a hill.

On Blueberry Hill.

Where I found my thrill.

No more wishes to fulfill.

Here the sunshine fulfill.

 

On Blueberry Hill.

On Blueberry Hill.

My Blueberry Hill.

 

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The poem can also be read in this PDF (click here): To our American friends

About the Author
From London, Britain, Benjamin Kurzweil is sharing his interest in storytelling and comic pun style poems - with a Jewish twist.
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