Yankee America's Pain: The Poem

Her eagle does not soar on high,

She's neither free, nor home, nor brave,
The darkest clouds obscure her sky,
When Mariano blows a save.


Her hopes devoured for living free,
Her dreams skewed toward an earthly grave,
John Sterling’s show tunes sound off-key,
When Mariano blows a save.

Somewhere her children laugh and play,
Their ballclub’s flags, on high, still wave,
But not her Independence Day,
When Mariano's blown a save.