In the quiet morning
There was much despair

I now feel it too
In the American air

War and ignorance
Here and over there

Is this then who we are?
People who cannot care

I’m grateful for the good
Love music, movies, and sports

But the politics I hate
And the arrogant ******* retorts

I’d like to travel again
India, Venice, Istanbul

Wander this wayfairing world
Leave when I’m sated and full

Gaze into the Great Beyond
Enter the starry soulsky

Kiss my three beautiful boys
Venture forth boldly and die!