Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #408
The 'Merica I Know by Belinda Roddie The 'Merica I know is on strict life support, the tubes linked to its arms and face, as it rasps for breath, pleading for its wife and kids to visit it. In this cold place of white walls and white rooms, it tries to thrive, yet its burden is caught in both the past and present, as its deeds have harmed the lives of everyone who does not dare to cast a pallid and pale light from their own skin. The 'Merica I knew was not perfect, yet I believed it had some strength within to become better. Now they all correct me, as its prognosis gets worse and worse. The experiment was, in fact, a curse.