Morning in America

Once we were kings

But did it matter?

Once we were kings

In our hearts and songs

Once we were queens

Purses and fortunes grew fatter

Once we were queens

Ignoring miscalculations and wrongs

Once it was morning in this land

Yet it was never as bright as we believed

We never realized it was by our own hand

That means to deceive were conceived

Morning in America

Has always and never been the same

It is only the measurements and criteria

That divides our nostalgia from shame

At the top the world all still moves

The weight of the world still spins

Those who might approve

Are them who claim benefits and wins

Maybe stand for something?

Or maybe choose to don’t?

In the end there is no need to worry

The self anointed kings and queens won’t

Gene G. McLaughlin 2021