What Happened to My Country

What Happened to My Country

 

 

Life was more old-fashioned, then

we clapped our hands and danced to fiddles

there was flapjack batter on the griddle

thanks to offer, praise to render

everyone was slender

and nodded at their neighbor’s face in greeting

confident they knew who they were meeting.

Now, in all this overflow

there are no places left to know

outside our own desire

with which the deities conspire 

to administer the ills

that come to us as poison pills

imprinted with our name.

O to sweep the lies away 

for truth to finalize itself, at last to say

what happened to my country.