America's degeneracy is made continueous
Through her self appointment. She conscripts
Without regard, to risk each of her vested
Interests. Mean the while amassing truths
Unconsigned. Her proclaimation to each the
Matter and state of marred transactions across
The length and breath of her. How may she
Overlap a bright future with a dark and scoreless
Past. A battle raging on until now. How may
Her citizens love her always. How long the pause
To raise her humbled brow when addressed
'America the Beautiful'
Thomas Adams Aug/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
America the beautiful, I like it. I want to see America, I want to go to see America and its beauty. but how? I like your poems my dear poet. thanks.