Wall of Shame

Mon, 12/31/2018 - 09:21 -- OldPoet

 

Imagine for a moment it was you...praying for freedom and lifefor your little onesColor does not matterall parents long for betterfor their children Shame on that prancing prig whose money is a wall betweenfantasy and reality A rich man cannot begin to knowwhat it is to go to bed hungryTo be sick because you haveno heath insuranceto never know peace To walk hundreds of milesin stultifying heat and miseryonly to look down the barrelof a gun while your childrenweep with thirst and empty bellies ! Welcome to America, seig heil

This poem is about: 
My country

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