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