....That Future...Thus The Seeds...That We've Sown Poem by James B. Earley

Looking on....feeling helpless
....Seeing this Nation a mess
Feeling forlorn....in so many ways
Realizing at age eighty-four
.....Having failed to do more
And now literally....in the last week...of my days

....As my time draws near
It's revoltingly.....clear....
Knowing I won't be around when it does
The goodness within man
....Itself a master plan
Today...just a bump in the road...that never was

....'Tis America...at a glance
Perilous the circumstance...
At the helm deviously charting the course
...Scheming conniving
Brilliant con man...simply lying
....Tragically demonic the source

And so we've seen at a glance
.....America's...happenstance
The power of deception we've known
.....It's all......up to us
If in each other we trust
....That future...thus the seeds...that we've sown