America's soul is floundering,

I’ve seen the eyes of the misplaced

they are resigned to discomfort

 

their language is disfigured and

intolerant, they are the

dictators of all they survey.

 

 America’s soul is floundering

the pockets of the fast talkers

are blocking out the light of the sun,

 

Strange how these days unfolded

a different kind of  time we never fore saw

suicidal pilots – civilians flying like angels.

 

America’s soul is floundering

we don’t really know who we should

 hate or love, possess or abhor.

 

How easily we drift into the

language of war – with its disfigured

visage, stinking of death.

 

Linda Joy Burke 

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