"7/3/07 Written On The Eve Of Independence Day '07'" or...
"South of Heaven, North of Hell"
For the American criminals in their tendency,
No longer fear this failed presidency,
Without much thought who extends clemency,
For early come unjust independency,
To one who asked for none intentionally.
And whence came freedom instantly,
And the fourth estate howled intently,
At the repercussions of such travesty,
And beheld a liberated felon unstintingly,
And seethed at this intemperately.
No, no and shook their heads collectively in inequanimity,
On this new day of ignominy,
Fell victims to outrageous and convenient conspiracy,
Like once silent dogs brooding taciturnly,
Awakened unleashed, unchained and unnaturally.
Wailed and gnashed their teeth violently,
Like the damned in a docket constitutionally,
In crisis and scalded in politically and hotly
Roiling waters, deep and effervescently.
All screamed, all wailed at agony of injustice intently.
Where most advised went unasked quietly,
This thing, they claimed, was not done rightly,
Who knew, who cared this report on nightly
News of this imbroglio burnt so brightly,
Like coals from deepest Hell, forthrightly.
But if not whence hell came this iniquity,
Then south of heaven this must be,
Or from the western fires blazing intensity,
Or from far East, and Iraq and antiquity,
If not, from somewhere in this vicinity.
- Amen.
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Your poem is not too bad. There is some nice imagry, but I think you are forcing some of the line endings.
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