Joseph Harrison

(United States / Virginia)

To the Republic

What have we done, who once were hailed
Protectors of humanity
And celebrated where we sailed,
Whose freedom set the ages free
To scheme what better states could be?
We're symbols of a deadlier sort,
Bullies despised for cruelty,
And I remain despairing of the port.
We should have known what war entailed.
Our fool imperial fantasy
Tried to command the world, and failed.
The consequences we now see:
Explosions of pure misery,
With half a million lives cut short
By death throes of democracy,
And I remain despairing of the port.
Where were the leaders who should have railed
Against such blatant idiocy
Before we launched this shit? They bailed.
Torture and illegality
Have turned our country's policy.
To import oil, we must export
American hypocrisy,
And I remain despairing of the port.
The winds grow violent. History
Breaks empires on the rocks, for sport.
Our sails are rent, we're lost, at sea,
And I remain despairing of the port.

Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2014

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