Every day I see not the land of the free
Not here where children on the streets unkind beg for scraps
Our government, the wolf in sheep’s clothing, giving the illusion of help
Their help given most to those needing none
The rest of us given the illusion of the man self-made
This is nothing compared to what I see of lies and hate
Those sworn to protect they kill without a single shred of morality or debate
They swear the murder we see before our eyes is their duty done, their “innocence” is pre-determined
By the color of skin they already see a criminal, a face behind bars on trumped up charges
I’ve come this far to tell you the hard truth while several hopeless souls surrendered to death
Tell me why, in this age, do we still demonize the mentally ill?
Yes we do have feelings still.
The hand that wrote this poem is scarred and writes from experience
Maybe I can still prick your hardened conscience
Perhaps you have seen someone in need of help and couldn’t care less
We know not the difference anymore between right and wrong
Our system of government headed by a whining child exemplifies the idea of trampling the helpless
All for the gain of worthless paper
We are slaves to paper worth not even the number it shows.
Worse still we perpetuate wars and arm the enemy we seek to destroy
America claims to be the world police but can’t even help ourselves
Until money is deposed and corruption exposed
Our once great nation will be damned to an eternal moral low.
Raise your voices all!!
Find the mic and unfurl the defiant banner
Voice your ire until the whining child with baby hands does tire
Gather the masses and storm the citadel
Shake the ground with the footfalls of the multitudes of those that are tired
Voice your intolerance of the pandemic of corruption now running rampant
Tell the ruling masters they no longer have the right to rule
We will no longer be played for fools!!!