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The American Dream

Amae
2 min readJan 9, 2025
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Please don’t sell me the American Pie.
The fruits taste bitter and leave an aftertaste.
It is an ideology I conflate with hate.
It is tainted; the flesh is sour and raw; the apple is rotten to its core.
It is not the antidote the world needs, for it cannot heal from this pervasive disease.

For too long, we have been sold this garbage, the adage, the bandage plastered over a festering wound.
It is infected and unclean; it is unhealable.
It is a doctrine that is no longer tenable.

The king looks at himself, and though he is naked, he sees himself dressed in regal finery.
The world looks in disbelief, but their neurosis is so pervasive that they take no heed.
Who can argue with those for whom God is on their side?
Theirs is the eternal mirage.

The virus taints all that it touches.
The doctrine of greed is compelling; it is the nucleus of the dream to have and gorge.
The world’s resources are thus infinite.

The crystal ball will not do.
The Hollywood trappings wrapped in glittering gowns are fantasies made real.
The world is theirs to steal.
The…

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Amae
Amae

Written by Amae

Interested in people, nature, science and technology, and history. MSc in Research Methods (Birkbeck), MA Industrial Design (UAL)

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