Only as a crash landing
Having no fule stop in sight

Having nothing profound to offer
Each murderous humanoid
Letting AMERICA lapse for a moment
Letting politicians gloat for laughs

Not at themselves but human suffering
Only one casually away

Waisting no bitter taste in mouths of greed
Each making self sacrifice to themselves

America land of the free to be rich
Ignoring homelessness
Now in order to turn a fast buck Teaching greed and gluttony

God needs another Flood of sorts
Only gasping for air
Insenced my public Poor-dom
Now or when
God help us in our hour

Teach wrong from rightous
Only to pause for supplications

Each day the crimson tide reaches Flood stage
And as the Pious smile with unknown piety
Reaching for the blood money of happiness
That's Earth for you
Have a nice day not US!!!


© William Stephen Foos