Letter To America Poem by Kevin Patrick

Dear America:

It must be nice to be insulated
Against this evolving world
Too avoid the armed conflicts
Enabling you haggard dogmatic
Recipes of disaster
While stealing the bread and butter
That infuses cardboard religions
With commerce morality
Of truncated values
From Saturday morning cartoons
Of old Tom and Jerry
That everything is better
When cats should eat the mice

And it must be nice
To live behind the ignorant walls
Of blue skies and green fields
From a television screen
Pretending all the problems
Emerge from immigrants
The Muslims and illegals
Which you barely see as human
But something after the 8th day
When God created Mormons
From the dung of Johnny Appleseed
(which you let in occasionally)
To polish the cars
And trim the tall hedges
But never respect their worth
To your broken dreams

The dreams you have are poison
Trapped inside wasps nests
Next to the recruiter's office
That sends the kids to wars
To countries they have no clue
Because they failed geography
Left behind in the hypocrisy
Of the leaders that you elect
Those elephants and donkeys
Either way it doesn't matter
Because they all smell the same
At least when the kids get As
Its In drive by shootings
From their fathers revolvers
In the closets of buried love
Where two men can never kiss
But kill each other over money
Because it doesn't raze the value
Of Norman Rockwell's 50's Gothic
Visions of normalcy

Dear America
It was nice when you were king
But now the king must die
As the sun rises in the east
You had your role to play
On this worlds revolving stage
Now Giants sleep at peace
To comatose democracy