RESPONSE TO AMERICAN HAIKU # 92

How fraught thou art with ills perceived,
In thy great land, which is the font,
Of hope and freedom, painstakingly achieved.
Be off with bile and rather seek entente,
With those that thou would slander.
Just put thyself in shoes remote,
And let thy thoughts be grander,
Than seeking politically to gloat.

The history of those that you would honour,
Was not written as it was enacted.
Decisions then, opposed as dumb and dower.
Derided, opposed, in arguments most acrid.
But then as now, what makes your land a beacon,
To the huddled masses yearning to be free.
Is faith in the rock of your devotion,
That all mankind can live as free as thee.

Kill not this faith in your humanity;
It’s what makes your Nation great.
Be mindful others yearn for prosperity.
But most need faith and help just to negate,
Oppression dressed in its many guises.
Regardless of the hemisphere,
In spite of painful glitches.
Your freedoms glow, is without peer.

Your U.S.A. that gave us liberty.
That lit the lamp beside the golden door.
Where noble cause was part of being a Yankee.
And insightful leaders spurned the whore,
Of self centred isolationism.
Determined that man where ere he live,
Be free of soul destroying schism.
This is your finest, this is your votive.

Pikey.