American Oracle

Whisper into my ear, my darling,

I will look beyond,

Ancient mountains wearing down,

To fertile plains and moonstone lakes,

Shining in a dark-light sky,

Until the peaks come again,

Jagged knives slice the sky apart,

Into the desert, sleepy with life,

And then the coast!

Beautiful land, let me tell your future,

Of the day it all comes crumbling down,

Your chrome-glass towers, your restful hills,

Underneath the glaring bomb,

Shining bright and like the sun,

Taking everything for its own,

And leaving us- nothing.

But maybe it will not be so,

And mothers will hold children, knowing,

They may close their eyes tonight. 

(Heed my words; your ears decide your fate)