Dear America,
Reward impatience,
ever ready to roll through a STOP sign,
a hit and run, no problem, keep driving,
realize your mistake the next morning.
Accountable to no one important,
masters of apathy and sheer neglect,
ever quick to remind the foreigner
renounce all aspirations immigrants
in our midst, we children of citizens,
called forth, righteous in our indignation,
as leaders, ostriches, heads in the sand.
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