America, Forevermore

Peeled from the swamp of cold division
the morass of feudal indecision
arose a land of musket balls
America forever more.

Her mountains purr in rippled grace
as fog off Smokey Mountains race
dark soils sprung a fecund hope
America forever more.

Boiled black a million veins done run
sacrificed in blood-drenched sun
We were balanced then, or so we thought
America, mon ami, j’adore

Poseurs face a gutless end
zero-summed by urban pens
frogs boiled in tarmacadem
Their America. Just nevermore.

I breathe my ancestor’s dust
that gone and oft mistaken rust
and glad I’ll stumble into lore
a real American, forever more.

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