Wednesday, August 24, 2011

My Country

I saw America
on a postage stamp
she was young
promise-filled
naive and proud
before Korea
and Vietnam
and all the wars
before and after
she was a refuge
a champion
her eyes bright
with spirit and dreams
I saw America
on a postage stamp
she was faded
and worn
her glory, diminished
heart-broken
drowning in the shadows
of greed, apathy
and regret