Return Our Country Poem by Stephen S. Yeandle

Slow down cowboy

What’s happening to the nation
is it becoming
counterfeit

busy building obsolescence
while a dusty
Constitution molds

reconstruction I’ve heard
it called

A new
interpretation of old laws...

resounding
from the rostrum
White House
black as
coal

no depth it seems
can’t hear a heart beat
anymore

a shallow ride
for a fallen branch

from some raggedy dying tree

bumping along the surface rocks
down some lonely stream

Look at you
all decked out
in rhinestone
snap down
shirt

riding mechanical bulls
wearing silver spurs

flying balsawood
airplanes
with chicken hawk
wings

making out to
be
a macho man

'tis
of course
a
wretched hoax...