Ignorance
In there no reason to believe in things the USA could manifest?
While growing up, being an American meant being the best,
whereas now it seems reduced to an incredulous jest.
I was raised believing we were freer and stronger than the rest
and I, myself, felt truly blessed and safe in America’s nest.
Oh, intent of America’s young song, what note failed at strong?
An ideal lyric at the start fell apart as time sang each note wrong.
For too long, only games are played by a congress rigged and framed.
Gone are even flickering shadows of America’s patriotic days
(maybe they lay garbage-trapped by the rot lining her roadways.)
Journalism is a joke, a knife at each good voice that ever truth spoke.
No good person’s sincerity can survive the media’s strokes.
Priorities are lost in the past; good and bad themes did not last.
Now no public concern is stronger than web-spread germs
that breed ignorance clouds to foul real needs with false terms.
How it hurts that so many no longer even try to believe.
Smile a smile, slam a fist, make a hiss – protest;
be more than America’s indifferent, residing guest.
I know how to tie my shoes, but lack clues to subdue
the apathetic fog billowing blogged, social consciousness smog.
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