America called her children home-

   but they were far away

   and few among them heard her.

America called her children home-

   but they were distracted by their games

   of mayhem and murder.

America called her children home-

   to rebuild her empire,

   brick by beam by girder.

But far away the children stood,

   all for bad and none for good;

Up to their knees in the rising flood.

   Drenched in oil and tears and blood.

 

America called her friends to help

   her children far away, who

   were engaged in endless blunder.

America called her friends to help,

   but all those friendships

   had been torn asunder.

America called her friends to help,

   but they turned away.

   They ignored and shunned her.

And far away the children played

   unaware of the mistakes they had made.

All were happy, when they should have been sad.

   None for good and all for bad.

 

 

Fall 2008