Obamerica

Obamerica

Greenish-grey rain falls with merciless zeal
on cracked tar and concrete, and rust-colored steel
mouldy-grey pigeons now fly to and fro
releasing their bowels on the vermin below

winos and addicts lay sprawled on the ground
some vainly seeking what others have found
half-naked children converge in the street
rummaging dumpsters for something to eat

burnt-out remains of a boardwalk arcade
sings songs to the wind of its former charade
debris and pollution pile up on the shore
the water no longer has fish anymore

this was a city but now its a zoo
where rapists and murderers prey on the few
who wander the byways in search of relief
and maybe an end to their miserable grief

small towns are no better, they suffer as well,
from pestilence, poverty, horror and hell
nothing remains of the life we once knew
native American, Negro or Jew

Muslims and former politicos rule
a once-thriving country, relentless and cruel
they laugh at this nation of former renown
and praise Lord Obama for bringing it down

C. Lon R. Bruso