Good-Bye, USA

I’m watching my country load a weapon,
gather innocents in a corner, and open fire.
I’m watching my country turn the gun on itself.
I’m watching my country plan its suicide,
while reporters read a nation’s desperate good-bye,
pages of grief and excuses, reading –
I Could Not.
The left power mourns, the right denies,
and the rest of us wait for our turn to die
at the hands of the country we loved –
the home of the free- run wild with sorrow
the land of the brave no more.