Kowtow Land Poem by Stan Petrovich

For what remains (precious little) ,
America is nurturing a generation
Of unemployed criminals; parents
Are to blame. Lack of education is the core. The love of
Gasoline propels us to doomsday.
I cry as the icecaps melt. Those dread dinosaurs and failed plants that provide fossil fuels are our failure. The
Country moves fundamentally to the right,
Two psychotic women at the fore,
And except for constitutionally exempt tyranny,
We will remain only partially stable. But America is ready to crouch. I have never gripped an agenda, but with this overweening motherhood
Of madness permeating society,
Blaming it all on a President who is only a part blamable,
The road is set.
The other side of the earth must lead,
But leading is too late.
There comes only the summer of our discontent.