Manifest Destiny Poem by Mark Heathcote

Having lost, the losers who'd held the moral high ground
who'd instigated, one of the dirtiest smear campaigns
I've ever witnessed in my entire life; all in the name
of democracy, & having lost; their voters are marching
protesting & burning whatever they can find in the street.

'What I ask myself is, if the vote had gone the other-way
would the other party, have behaved in such a manner?
I'd-have to answer no? People say their government.
Is corrupt & it's own, politicians, don't look like refuting-
it publicly, so maybe, the outcome is a right & just one.'

As for this nation, we can only hope that the man who
has faced bankruptcy himself, can fix the damn problems-
of a nation, near-bankrupt a nation that owes nearly-
thirty trillion dollars, let's hope he knows, what he's-

Doing, because he's a very, difficult job ahead of him;
where to begin & is this man honourable, who cares.
Isn't this a country who frequently romanced, violence
who pushed back the frontiers & who pioneered?

Isn't it time, they recall their own, 'Manifest Destiny.
Surely some old policies are worth revisiting.

The virtue of the American people & their institutions;
the mission to spread these institutions, thereby redeeming
& remaking the world in the image of the United States;
the destiny under God to do this work
after all, wasn't it expansionism that took them to Mexico?