Backward Never

This chilly morning in Hartford Ensconced in the ambiance of Freedom in God’s own country I woke up with a start Lost in the labyrinth of emotions Wondering what the future Held for my beloved country Currently languishing and content In her age long delusion of grandeur When all I see in my dream Is a behemoth Laboriously climbing a ladder Precariously placed on the wrong Side of her trajectory What a tragedy of a country! Perpetually lost in self destruction An election to move the country forward Has been won and lost But the giant of Africa Keeps looking back with nostalgia To turn to a pillar of salt