Afterbirth of a New Nation

​The nation Mr. Lincoln longed to build
is here — and it’s not quite as he intended.
The independent-minded have been killed,
but the development proved open-ended
of points to be promoted and defended
against the challenges of those in gray.
Amendments have been endlessly amended.
The highest Yankee value? Being gay.
But wait! Today mere gayness is passé.
Enabled, genders keep on multiplying.
From standards of the past it pays to stray.
The march of mindlessness brooks no denying.
Wherever Judgment may have parked his butt,
Lincoln now wishes he’d worn butternut.

This poem was published at Flammeus Gladius on July 28, 2023.