American Expatriate
America should have a society of peace,
Of handsome peace,
And a land of exuberant compassion
Where the dusk
Is a breast pocket handkerchief
Of ebony and yellow,
And not this land that is death’s grin.
America should have a land of opportunity,
Of infinite opportunities
Accompanied with sound wages
Prolific as Father Time,
And not this land where blotted bones reside
Oh, America should have a land of respect,
Of love and peace and compassion and honor,
And not this land where respect is sin.
Hark! Sweet expatriation
Hark! Sweet expatriation
Copyright © Glenn Mccrary | Year Posted 2012
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