My Country Mix of Thee

In college,
A friend's father used to make
Something's Missing Salad.
It tasted "ok", but
Ingredients were lacking.
Are we a melting pot,
A roux of the people?
Or a tossed salad
With cucumbers wanting
To toss out the tomatoes
And olives hiding in the lettuce?
An ever changing menu
Of multi-flavored shakes
With frozen lumps still in place?
We are all of the above,
Concrete mixed imperfectly
With particulates that
Strengthen us.
Missing ingredients
Adding substance to
We the People.

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