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"There Is No Patina" (by Joe DiMino)
There is patina on this time--
For decay
Comes from greed--
And greater,
The Self
When in aggrandizement;
The power of nations,
Only if people-cooperative,
Is in service of God;
The death of nations,
People divided by opinion
And wealth,
In service of self;
These here United States,
Once great under God,
A nation--but more light
Of a living planet--
Stands at Precarious-edge;
Fall to either side--defeat;
With broad-foot dangling,
A once mighty body of many
Ever nearer to toppling;
The enemy--
The ageless One-of-inner,
A darkened soul
In shade of its own ego;
Our largest members, bloated
Leaders entrusted,
Above that abyss , open mouthed, looking off
From a lofty peak
Seldom reached by self-governed people
And never sustained
If history has its way
.
When we fall,
Every nation falls,
The tentacles of our economies
So entwined
That none will escape
The closing jaws awaiting.
As for politicians,
There is blame enough for all-
So all are blameless;
As for the clergy,
Their hands are washed
In Tax-free;
As for the mothers,
There are most fathers to blame;
As for the fathers,
There are few mothers--
But for the children,
Who will share their meager fishes,
I pray them the multiples
That can only come
From renewed government by God
.