Each Of My Countries

To My Countries:  Why Do I Cry Out To You?

To each of my countries

I cry out to you

I expect more and I expect better

I know the statistics like the back of my hand

I know each and every instance that has made me 

Point my finger

At all of you

At all of us

Then right back at myself because  

I am unable to get you to make the needed changes

Or get it right when you get it wrong.

To each of my countries

You have seemed to try

But you are no better than your neighbors

You are no better than those you 

Hate with all your rhetoric 

You have justified and vilified with aplomb

So that even when it was justified

It seemed as if it was not

And you came off as being disingenuous

For they had heard it all before

And were not going to let you off the hook

Even if you were right.

To each of my countries, you have become

A fright among nations

But you are more dangerously

Hurting yourselves

You are threatening your existence

Your core

From within

Shaking your foundations

Grabbing at the pillars like Samson

Until the holy pillars will break

And nothing will be left but piles of stone.