Political Poem: AMERICAN JEREMIAD, by Jaron Robinson

These are the generations of America.
A pact, to the Lord, a promise
And the lives of George Washington
Jackson, Polk, Lincoln
A people against kings.

Stiff-necked, like her sister Britain
Always learning, saying to herself
My hand stretches, and is manifest.

Grant, Roosevelt, Roosevelt the Second.
A war in a world tired of war.
And the altars were built
Under every spreading tree
On every city on a hill.

And her enemies bowed before her.
She touched the heavens.

Kennedy, Nixon the Nasty
Bush, Clinton, Bush the Second
She bowed down, to every
Asherim, Baals abounding

Selling the temple gold
The Amendments told
The priesthood of courts
Writing interpretations.

Repent dear Columbia.
Repent my sister, my mother.
Do justice unto the oppressed.
Trumping your enemies
Do you trump yourself?

What is required? What mire
Do I sink into?
Patriotic princes, defend
The orphan and widow
Lest destruction be visited upon you

These are the generations of America