I Fear We're Not Our Country Anymore

Armenians are waiting for a word
Acknowledging their suffering.  Alas,
It hasn’t yet been spoken, and the mass
Of innocents are waiting to be heard.
Their peace is far afoul of Turkey.  We,
For fear of losing money we’d obtain
From business in the country, wouldn’t deign
To comment on a holocaust.  And he,
The brave, unseeing Chinaman, is trapped,
Afraid, and earnestly beseeching aid.
I fear the fear offending they who paid
For all our deepened debt may well have tapped
The bravery that we had had before.
I fear we’re not our country anymore.