America waits










each holding his breath
as the Earth crumbles









beneath them.






















A cry arises










from the people









who have reached









the breaking point









after a long life









of hardships.






















A cry arises










from those who









are drowning










in the woes of










war and poverty.









Sinking










down











down











deeper than they









knew they could go.





















Their cries for help
are muffled









and go unheard.








The land of liberty









and wealth
deteriorates









with each passing hour.




















The vultures grow


















more numerous
circling above










as a sinister merry-go-round.




















Watching.










Waiting.










While America holds her breath.