My jumbled bedroom suddenly ignites
A fire within my mind to create verse
I gaze upon the pile of ugly sights
And wonder if it ever could be worse.
I suddenly compare it with my thought
Of things around the world that are so bleak
I wonder what it is that we have brought
Upon our nation that has made us weak.
America has always been so strong
But now our leadership has let us down
We have to find a way to undo wrong
And not allow our global world to drown
Apologies and pleas have gone unheard
By other countries we have helped so much
Wake up America and heed the word
Before we lose our helping hand and touch
So now I think I’ll try to clean my room
And pass along my thoughts to all of you
Together we must try to prevent doom
From ruining our land we love so true .
Copyright © James C. Johnston 2011
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I agree with you - strong countries like yours suddenly seem to be on the back foot, and poor little Britain, with its once great empire, feels like a very small bit player these days.
Your meter is very strong throughout, which makes the poem a pleasure to read. I love it when things scan well. The only line that I had to work a little bit harder on was the last one. But - I am learning that you folks in the States often pronounce things differently from we Brits. So if you say "ruining" with two syllables fine, but I instinctively hear it with three. If you hear it the same, then you might try simply removing the word "dear", which then leaves the line with the same meter as the other final lines.
A lovely sense of immediacy, and feeling alongside the writer in this poem.
Best wishes
Sally
Be always safe,
Karen