For America I Cry

For America I Cry
By Chris Commodore © 2000

When glory seekers, wimps, and deceivers,
Can take center stage over saints and believers.
And their rantings and ravings they daily increase,
To promote their agenda for conflict not peace,
For America I cry!

When impostors can foist their way to the top
And losers pass off as the cream of the crop
When the rules are stretched thin,
So rich losers can win
For America I cry!

When the wealth of the nation is hijacked by cheaters,
And those very con artists are selected as leaders.
When the worker bee voters are hoodwinked by lies
And ethnicity, crime that may seal one’s demise
For America I cry!

When the homeland’s in chaos still knaves block the door
And blind retribution is what it seems for
Sane politics screams that this mad quest desist
The whole nation objects yet just egos persist
For America I cry!

Divisions, partitions, the Union’s corroding
Loud tears on Mount Rushmore, incredible sobbing
That dream once so sacred now soiled with wild fear
And race persecution pervades all the air
For America I cry!

When the uproar persists that a lie is the truth
And the weak mind is hoodwinked no matter the proof
When justice is slow to hold crooks to account
And their prior rampage crooks plan to remount
For America I cry!

Deceit laid out so complete like a spoof
Like thickly laid tar on a weak leaky roof.
When ethics and facts bow to biased ambition,
And shysters play victim to dupe the whole nation,
For America I cry!

When the ether is dire with threats and with fear
A wild typhoon’s approaching no one seems to care
For those minds confused like the days of the Ark
Who heed not the mark of the beast in the dark
For America I cry

Like the ostrich the state has its head in the sand
Ignoring the scams of the bland wily band
For conformists so duped by just status and wealth
Who see not the destruction persisting with stealth
For America I cry.