Land of the Lame

The world’s unrest

puts Americans to shame.

We, the great example

act weak and lame

when our jobs disappear

and we never have enough.

Our president bends over

and never stands tough.

Homeless lines grow.

Gas rulers rip us off.

Doctors want an arm and leg

to treat a simple cough

and we the great nation

just sit back and grin.

Give praise to revolutions.

The winners we befriend

and hope to bloody hell

it doesn’t happen here

for our couch size asses

compels little fear.

Descent

I’m of a generation

who ended a senseless war.

Reasoning was flawed

but man, we could roar!

Now of course we waddle

and squeeze thru every door.

Placidity is our reward.

We consume instead of roar

and skimp thru the day

and grumble thru the night

and only dream of a time

we knew wrong from right.

by Dave Holloway