America, a Golden Vessel: A Poem
America, like a golden vessel
sailing over some tranquil seas
but skipper and crew ever wrestle
rocking it dangerously as they please.
Even the ripples from that rocking
threaten to sink that gorgeous boat
and should we use words of mocking
locked are the horns of a ram and a goat.
With their horns so pathetically stuck
neither showing an intention to let go
they should count on some pure luck
with no one at rudder, no one to row.
Oceans hide so many sunken ships
legacy of some straying human souls
making waves while in a constant grip
unable to come up with a common goal.
It doesn't take pirate from far away land
to blow it into pieces and make it go down
but those fighting to feel rudder in their hand
while not noticing wet feet long before they drown.