fire works...

america (the beautiful?)
your badlands
are showing

I courted you cross-country
and it was no easy ride

remembering time well wasted
with purpled mountains
and darkened skies

but your love leaves scars
and only sometimes
starry eyes
so

please pardon these promiscuous thoughts
scattered like miles left behind
and the last remaining years of youth
we've yet to let die

trembling beauty
I've seen some
obscene sights

cemetery roads
and rapid decline

grown tired of windswept plains
languishing in the shadow
of their great
and terrible god

still waiting
on freedoms promised
and equality implied
not

liberty
for just
US (that's) All