My Country

The U.S. has become a game, The players are the politicians, And we the people are the pieces, They sacrifice us to war daily, All for the hopes of a better tomorrow, I don’t believe that, Tomorrow just brings another struggle, The new disease to cure, And the next war to fight, They speak of these great days, Yet their people still live on the streets, Starving, freezing, and dying, Huddled up in piles for warmth, And the only other human comfort they can find. While their fellow citizens walk right by, Blind to the sight and jaded to the cause, Wouldn’t spare a dollar for a life, They’d rather spit on their homeless brethren, Who used to be just like them, Till the economy fell, Because our bureaucracy of idiots, Can not keep their homelands money in the people, Instead we go further and further in debt, To other countries who we give all or money, Instead of putting it in our people, Keeping us alive and protected, Fed clothed and sheltered, Hopeful, ready to serve, But instead they get import cars, For the rich who only get richer, While the rest of us are left, To fight for the scraps or die, We sit hopeless and angry, Whilst the powers that be continue, To play their games, With our little lives. By the people for the people, More like by the rich, for the richer. The U.S is dying everyday, From the bottom up. But no one will take the time to realize it, Instead they wonder if they’ll have steak or caviar, For today’s supper. While the homeless father is wondering, Whether to go this third day without eating, So his family can survive.