Countrymen's Lament
johnny depp said america was a broken country
then apologized
jane fonda took a rebel stand against the vietnam war
then apologized
love means never having to say your sorry
I love my country
we live in a tent under kerosene lit moonlights
with the jowls of hot-wired society fuming across
grime bleeding starlit rivers
oh had it not been for cotton fields laying flower plucked beds at our wooden doorstep
walt whitman said mexico must be thorougly chastised
america knows how to crush and expand
he was unapologetic
henry david thoreau fumed behind bars
rosebuds and curlicues
leaves of grass supernatural hues
spectral dynamics
even slaves can eat a slice of supernatural poetry
Copyright © Michael Amitin | Year Posted 2014
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