Dear Uncle Sam and The People Who Use Us

I don't know what to think of you. I used to hate you. Then I relied on you. Now- I need you.

The thing is you made us need you.

And your green paper that does in fact grow on trees.

Your nieces and nephews, your brothers and sisters, your sons and daughters
We all would've been fine without you

Some of us have physically escaped and live on mountains and cliffs. Cooking
the animals we so gracefully put down rather than slaughter for money.

Others have spiritually gotten away. They play with natural drugs
and read all the enlightenment books in order to stay alive without you.

Those like us have mentally escaped. We built walls around all the rules
you have taught us growing up and pushed them aside.

You thought it was a teenage phase, but you were wrong.
It was a trick made to teach us to be your worker bees.

...It didn't work...

No more fearing what we wear, say or do
No more letting you control us children within your forced institutions.

If this is offensive, you are sensitive.
Feel the disappointment in my words when I say that our children will not be like us.

They will be free to make their own decisions. To say and write what they feel.

Maybe then we wouldn't have so many feelings suppressed and so many

inappropriate actions to complete.


So here's a toast to the people we love most

Our dear Uncle Sam and everyone else who likes to scam

us into believing they care.

 Don't you dare...

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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