The crickets have sold their violins
The children have lost their infectious grins
The “news” from our media spins and spins
In America
The hungry they multiply every day
The unemployed long to work for day’s pay
The people protesting inhale pepper spray
In America
The politicians claim to do U.S. a service
The voters look fastball and the media curves U.S.
The parasites pout that they don’t deserve U.S.
In America
The ground is exploding from new technique Fracking
The forests are dwindling from endless tree whacking
The climate is changing but the will to change lacking
In America
The schools once our pride are under duress
The teachers are handcuffed but still do their best
The funding each day it grows less and less
In America
The military must always be forever supplied
The brass at the top care not who has died
The thought of empire shrinking must be denied
In America
The blue collar worker is disposable fodder
The service provided like dirty dishwater
The foundation beneath U.S. will soon crack and totter
In America
The wizards of Wall Street command our attention
The crimes they commit foster little retention
The “best and the brightest” belong in detention
In America
The middle class that once was pride of our nation
The elites are determined to destroy this generation
The revolution coming may be our salvation
In America
America, America…a beacon to the oppressed
America, America…we’ve sure as hell regressed
America, America…its priorities all askance
America, America…the crickets didn’t have a chance
Good poem!
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