Alliteration

A literal nation of

Latter notions that

Light the way

For better potions

A lateral ocean

That stretches through steep

Stations of stolen land

We owe them our

God given devotion

A better plan that

Places with no complacent purpose

Can repopulate the impatient

Part of our nation

We won’t dessert them

We take notes and

Take the tape of our tailored

Vision and talent and

Drop it into the ocean

And top it off with a token

That speaks through speakers

Who speed through the world

Of cheaters and write with emotion

I spilled daiquiri in the ocean…