Perfection should not
be searched for; uniqueness should
die with its finding.
The above haiku I wrote years ago;
It is one that I have liv'd by.
America the great cannot be perfect
When that cannot be our ally.
Perfection takes grip of our mind and souls
Without care of its harm
It can tear apart a nation - a people -
A body, throat gripp'd firm
No, America could not be perfect with
Homelessness, hunger, and pride;
But if we believe ourselves to be unique
We can avoid demise
We need embrace our standings and strengths
Accredit Americans these,
But let us be humble, and recall our faults
May our oddities be appeased.
Our nation is not perfect, no doubt;
But our oneness be within, and our souls without.