ted markstein

AMERICA

America, this land I never loved
this strange beast I distrusted
from the start for its broken bellow
for its brash and bluster certainty

 

the hearty smile of irony bypass
the snarl of love it or leave it 
outrage in shape up or ship out 
and always my country ‘tis of thee

 

blind assumptions of entitlement
exceptional and heaven sent
keeper of the peace, the faith
this bottomless cup of poison joe