America's War of Survival

Combat boots upon our feet,
walking in a bare nation that trembles with fear,
hunger filling the nation,
children living in the woods scavenging in garbage dumps.

Daisies I wear in my hair,
picking them in the fields,
seeing the natural beauty fill the air.

The soul feels so naked and bare
raggy clothes we all shall eventually wear.
Money disappearing,
vanishing into thin air.

Air raids of media filling the airways,
as the homeless cover the land,
looking at the Government to do something,
so they cut the budget and put more worn wholes in our pockets.
A jobless society trying to survive while politicians think they've arrived.

Campaign parties, nice dinners, black suits, a smile on your face,
while the children in poverty trace pictures in the sand drawing with their creative minds.

Smudged dirty faces while there is a war for survival going on,
Cheaper labor over seas.
Small businesses falling at the seems,
empty buildings filling the streets,
foreclosed homes while the Rich go on vacations.

Next we will be handing out rations,
combating the weather and heat,
you all think your neat, as people live in cardboard boxes,
walking down Washington's streets.

Driving by in your limousine ignoring the portrait of America as we all wonder about America's fate.
When will you get things strait,
you know American's are getting irate,
as we are always on hold and wait.

The People waiting for the next bomb in the trillion dollar budget cuts in every state. We can hardly wait for the next broadcast, as we watch the setting sun, we know you're the politician that has already won.

We've learned to speak up for our land,
as you have a good time listening to others talk about what is the next plan.

We all hear your debates, arguments, and wait for an answer,
while you contemplate the future,
counting all the money you can make off interest rates,
we know you have to make every price inflate,
we just wonder when you're going to do something
positive to help your homeless mates.

We know usually we are hearing you don't make good choices for the human race until it's to late.

Of course when it comes to elections you promise more than you can chew, as we take the bait,
thinking America's future will have a better fate.
We know to much is at stake.

All rights reserved Hattiemattiemae Spiritweaver July 19, 2011