America the what?

In a country where we step over the homeless person because we are so worried about a piece of foam that fell off our space vehicle; in a county where our jails are bulging because we have to punish those who senses were inflamed by the nudity and lewdness all around us; in a country where children go to bed hungry and bitten by rats because their landlords wife just had to have a new Mercedes to match her new shoes; in a country where a photograph of a soldier in a war-torn nation bending down to pet a cat will never make the front page but a nearly naked woman washing a car is news; in a country where people go to sleep and wake up dead because they can’t afford the food or heat or medicine or air conditioning that would keep them alive; in a country where the user guides to all the toys are an inch thick because no one is willing to stand up and say “We speak English in this nation”; in a country where we keep peace by giving credentials to those who risked life and limb just to come here without telling anyone; in a country where we spend most of our lives in the very vehicles that are poisoning the air we breath and then spend most of our money on doctors and hospitals and medicines to help us breathe more easily; in a country where the ills of the population are buried under something called “Political Correctness”; in a country where the papers will print all sorts of stories about death and violence and aberrant behavior but will excise any text with the word god lest we offend anyone; in a country that abounds with some sort of religious edifice on every corner, be it massive or humble and yet the only ones who are heard are the ones who are trying to remove all vestiges of god from our lives; in a country that is outraged when its buildings are brought down by those who seek to wipe out what we think we are and yet who respond to such hatred with violence; in a country whose homes are blown away by hurricanes or that slide down the mountain side on rivers of mud or are picked up by the winds of a tornado because we are not smart enough to understand that, in the grand scheme of things, we aren’t very significant; in a country where violence, hatred and inequality are still enflamed by the color of a square inch of skin and where that square inch of skin has to be mentioned on every legal document we sign, although it is illegal to take any notice of it; in a country that STILL doesn’t understand that drugs are not the answer; in a country where the drug dealers that are killing us are wealthier than the farmers who feed us; in a country that doesn’t know how united we are until Death becomes news; in a country that doesn’t understand that manipulating a device does not impact time, that daylight can’t be saved and that we’d better get out and enjoy it while we can; in a country that rewards writers who extol the difficulties of marriage but cancel any program that extols its virtues; in a country where a man can write a check to pay for a building to house the family of a wounded warrior and not even make the paper, much less the front page; in a country that doesn’t understand that removing the word god from their eyes does not remove the “reality” of god from their lives; in a country that doesn’t understand that “liberty” does not mean “license”; with all of this going for us, how is it that we must still ask “Oh god, WHY”?