All of them

 

All of them together

Have made the United States

Not just the Founding fathers

But also, the ones who came behind.

Along with their own brand

Of Politics

In order to create

A world people believe.

Is a better world.

What are we to say? 

To those who crawl

On their hands and knees

To get to the border

Only to find there is no place.

For them and then when 

They get to where. 

They want such as New York City

It is not what they want.

Just stay at home.

And wait for your government.

To stop spending your money

It is so hard to be poor.

Or from an area were 

No one cares about their neighbors.

Except for the pretty ones

The curvy ones

The ones who appear to be smart

Instead of stupidly 

Believing there is in fact.

A business that does in fact

Offer an equal chance. 

At service despite

Your skin color, eye color

Or waist size.

Just get over it.

Where would we be? 

Without little babies born

In the rubble of an earthquake

All bruised and battered.

Already and there she is 

With no mama at all.

All alone in the world.

A survivor already

Born under a collapsed building.

Fortunate to be heard at all.

Over 8000

Eight thousand 

People are known to be dead.

And still more to come

They are no longer looking

For survivors but are just cleaning

Up the mess of two strong

Earthquakes and multiple aftershocks.

What are they to do?

They must have made the gods angry

Or something.

Thier area has always been under pressure

For having blown it in the first place.

They were the cradle of civilization.

And then they took down the forests

And destroyed the habitat.

Leaving deserts instead

Of farmland for themselves

They also hunted their brothers.

Making god angry

Every god in fact.

Each culture talks of their gods

Getting angry at their own 

Stupid people who just can't get along.

With their own relatives.

Now the descendants don't even

Have a way of pleading with them.

The gods took themselves away.

A long time ago.

No one knows where they are.

Probably hiding in the closets

Or caves 

Waiting for the climax 

To come forth

When not only will they be needed

But only they will survive.

Meanwhile, 

The President has arrived.

Inside the Chambers of Congress

He has to be invited.

It is his state of the union address.

His time to instill trust. 

And hope in his own group

Of people both politicians

And journalists 

Or diplomats and judges.

When? and where 

Will we be next year?

No one knows.

Not even the son

Of God 

Only the foolish

Set their hearts. 

On knowing the future

In order to alter it

To thier own liking

Forgetting the fine balance

That all we die

If they alter even a little

From the path set before them

The core of the earth

Has stopped spinning.

According to the experts

Does this mean we are just?

Sliding through the air?

With no real direction?

Or does it mean that it? 

Will reverse itself.

And begin to spin.

The opposite direction?

How hard is it to keep the earth.

On its axis?

Just so.

So, the entire earth 

Will have a chance.

Of survival

Not forgetting 

The whales nor the butterflies.