It is possible to think there is no God In Whom to have faith; to Whom to pray

The weak spots into which viruses snuggle The crevices where germs acutely crawl

America is about to fall apart As the result of being misbegotten

For those of us surviving at death’s door Although linger we may yet die we must

The CIA seeks Osama Bin Laden And just may capture him one of these days

If it were not so sad it would be funny All of the racial changes we go through

Dream of a land, one well worth coming from A land with fertile nourishment it grows