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
Copyright © Sherry Asbury | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment