REBELLION!

Below is a poem that I wrote. I was inspired by the Chrysler commercial that features their new car,  I forget what it is, but that isn't the point. The car, according o the commercial is 'imported from Detroit' meaning that car is at least assembled in America.

That's a first. At school during Chapel we've been focusing on Rebelling against low standards of society. I'm rebellion against America's dependency on foreign countries to make everything that we need. A good place to start is cars. Plus I really want that car, it looks awesome! :)

Look at it this way. I wanted to do something about our predicament, I'm limited, but what I can do is share my opinion and hopefully win people to my cause.

Read on, and feel free to copy and repost this, just be sure to get my signature on the bottom!

Humble Beginnings.

By: Sarah Cruthirds 5/30/11

Grey on black on brown. Piled high into the sky.

Light.

The sky grey, traced with tendrils of blue, hinting at a better tomorrow.

Music. Dull and metallic, sharp, but energizing.

People all around, their brows set, hands at the ready.

Working quick and fast. The snow falling, piling up on their shoulder like weights.

Determination the American dream. Black paved ways, the veins of our city.

Humble Beginnings.

‘True,’ says the wind. True. And so it began.

A Humble Beginning.

That turned into a foundation, which in turn was built upon.

And now it stands. Strong and mighty. It’s all grown up

Sharp edges, crisp lines, and the red and velvet of old. They make a fashion.

Like no other. Paired they are great, but not, they are none.

Running. Coursing through the veins. Sleek and grey. Shiny, a hint of old luxury.

Humble Beginnings.

A rumbling. Something starting, growing faster, and then coming to a head.

 Rebellion. A good one.

Spreading and spreading. Over taking the walls, the corners, the sky even.

Freedom within the reach of the people.

The flag flies proud and long. The wind whipping it back and forth.

It’s an omen of the times to come.

We are dependent on no one. We eat by the fruits of our labor and ours alone.

Humble Beginnings.

Detroit. A Rebellion, this is my city.

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