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
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Author:
ted markstein (
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