I hate these times
with no grand eloquence
to express these joys
nor the withering despair
we Americans encapsulate
The scorned and hated
the populace bereft of health care
social security, job security, national security
the giant corporate back hand
throws us across the room
slamming against the wall
We, teeth bared in impotent resistant
unable to believe that
biting the hand the feeds
has any merit to bring positive change
Ever modern individual
wants the same chance
a chance to own their destiny
a chance at security
a chance to be heard
and for that voice to be reciprocated
with meaningful political action
clean water would be a nice touch
as well
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