If I were King of Mymerica

If I were the King of Mymerica, myself and me alone;

Some rules I’d make for our country; some wishes for my home.

People may scoff and shake their heads - that matters not to me;

I’ve thought long and hard upon these and how I’d make it be.

My country called Mymerica, it began with good in mind;

Politicians hold it hostage now, but that’s about to unwind.

Term limits that are good for one, will now be the rule of law;

Applying to all, they serve then leave, just as the founders saw.

Taxes and bribes are games we play, although they seem legit;

Loopholes and deductions serve as scams, any way we look at it.

I’d demand simplicity; all able subjects pay – no exceptions and no ramp;

A flat amount; understood by a child and done on a postage stamp.

I’d remember what made my kingdom great – we’d welcome with a shout;

Those who seek a better life; that’s what Mymerica is about.

They’ll pay their dues, they’ll make it right, and respect our ways and laws;

But punish not their innocent children born within our shores.

We’d care for those who were down and out; those clinging to their rope;

Remembering that, we could be them and so we offer hope.

Reaching out to ones in pain, that’s not asking much you see;

We would give our best with open hearts until they can be free.

I’d meddle not in personal lives; no reason to impose;

Skin the cat how you like, but don’t step on other toes.

As King I would be humble and keep my ears upon the street;

And be aware the harm I may cause with some thoughtless tweet.

I’d remind us of ancient knowledge – the one the sages taught;

We’re not the color of our skins, nor minds filled with angry thought.

We’re not the ones who fall for lies; or listen to either side;

I’d ban groups that are filled with hate, those seeking to divide.

In Mymerica, our children will repay all the love they earned;

They’ll take their turn to lift the load when life’s tables are turned.

I’d write a law that every child gives a little of what they make;

To mom and dad who need them now, doing right for rightness sake.

As for me and mine, I wish not much; a calm and simple ride;

My children who look at me with love, my Erin by my side.

Friends who drop by unannounced; share a joke and a sip of wine;

A steady heart, a joyful mind, a shady spot all mine.

And when the final page is turned, and life’s curtains are all drawn;

I’ll rest knowing that I live on still and wait to be reborn.

As the ocean’s water rises, then falls with the summer rain;

I’ll soon be back, as will you, in Mymerica once again.