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Lost Faith in America, November 2024

by Lionel E. Deimel

 

I have lost faith in America,

Whose advent was announced with high ideals

And whose place among the powers of the earth

Was won with the blood of patriots.

 

I have lost faith in America,

A nation not for one race or religion,

Nor for one class or sex or identity,

And governed by rules born of compromise.

 

I have lost faith in America,

For which we prayerfully asked God

To mend its every flaw;

Yet flaws, perhaps fatal flaws, remain.

 

I have lost faith in America,

In the moral character of its citizens,

In their ability to weigh ideas against one another,

In the Christianity of its confessed Christians.

 

I have lost faith in America

No longer enamored of the rule of law

Nor committed to liberty and justice for all,

That has chosen comfortable lies over complex truth.

 

I have lost faith in America,

Where women, once ignored,

Earned rights possessed of men,

But lost dominion over their own bodies.

 

I have lost faith in America,

Whose rich become ever richer,

And the hope of the poor

Has been taken away.

 

I have lost faith in America,

Where the anonymous wealthy

Buy the laws they desire

And the leaders who will do their will.

 

I have lost faith in America,

Where notorious outlaws were once glorified,

And where one has been elected president

In ignorance or indifference to the consequences.

 

I have lost faith in America,

Which has elevated a liar, a philanderer,

A thief, a misogynist, a narcissist,

And a golden-tongued purveyor of snake oil.

 

I have lost faith in America,

Once an inspiration to the world,

A bulwark against tyranny,

And a model of democratic governance.

 

I have lost faith in America,

In its future,

In its own understanding of its past,

And in its ability to right itself.

 

I have lost faith in America

And in the American Experiment.

                   


Like many Americans, I was shocked when Donald Trump defeated Kamala Harris to become the next president. I went to bed early on election night, November 5, expecting that it might be days before a winner was declared. It was just after 5 am the next day that I learned the grim news that Trump had won. I was shocked, angry, and depressed.

 I turned off the news, put Prokofiev piano music on my CD player, and largely engaged in avoidance. I did, however, walk over to Sulfur Books, where I knew I could find sympathetic conversation. For this day, visitors were invited to pet a dog, which had become a therapy dog for a day. I also began writing a poem to express my mood. Over the next few days, I added to the poem and revised what I had written on Wednesday. By Saturday, I decided that the poem was good enough, and that my state of mind was unlikely to be improved by further revision.

The careful reader will notice borrowings from various sources. In the first stanza, “among the powers of the earth” is taken from the Declaration of Independence. The second and third lines of  the third stanza were inspired by “America the Beautiful,” though they are not quoted exactly. In stanza five, of course, “liberty and justice for all” is taken from the Pledge of Allegiance. The third and fourth lines of stanza seven were inspired by the line “Nor the hope of the poor be taken away,” which occurs in prayers of the Book of Common Prayer. It derives ultimately from Psalm 9: “and the hope of the poor shall not perish for ever.”

The original title of this poem began with “My,” but I decided that that word wasn’t needed. I left the date in the title, though perhaps that isn’t needed either.

I made a few word changes for clarity on 11/13/2024. I also added or deleted punctuation in several places. Punctuating a poem can be difficult. I find myself torn between what I consider correct punctuation and punctuation that facilitates readability of the text. Readability usually wins.

The poem is surely a lament. I do expect a grim future for the United States, though I retain hope for some, possibly distant, future.

— LED, 11/9/2024, rev. 11/13/2024

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