Where Is America Going

Where do the naysayers and wall-builders come from Do they imagine their ancestors were spontaneously Dropped here one day, white of skin, superior of being Did no one’s father or grandfather have to struggle Through a winter, hungry and praying their babies Would live to see the coming spring…or bury them Did no wall-builder’s ancestral Grandmother sicken With some hideous disease and die in her marital bed How self-righteous we have become that we do not Rise up and with our own American hands and tear asunder Any wall that keeps another living being from a chance To thrive and survive and make a new life for themselves Separating children from their parents, leaving them Frightened and fear-filled is beyond the realm of decency Of any nation that is as advanced as ours is today Consider a man who would punish an entire nation with Shutting down their very government, just to get his way Jackboots are sounding, America…will the swaztika Take the place of Old Glory