America... The Fallen! Poem by Eric Cockrell

America...
lady of freedom weeping
in your streets broken,

cluttered with the bodies
of the jobless, homeless...
the hungry faces of your children

struck dumb by your apathetic hand....
do you hear? do you see?
do you feel? ....

whose graves will you mark
with your oil tinged pride?
whose god will you worship now?

and who will be left to carry
the heavy mark of your sins?
America....

the fallen!