America, The Good Neighbour

It is time that I speak up for what they call America for a people not appreciated much, they are generous to all and help the needy near and far millions gladly felt the good old Yankee touch. There is Germany and Britain, and Japan and Italy they were showered with those dollars and forgiven many debts were cancelled all to end their self-caused misery new investments, new economies were driven. While some debts remained in place and should be honoured as of right it is clear that not one country pays a dime, you would think that just the interest would be given without fight but the world does not regard this as a crime. It was nineteen-fifty-six and Vive La France was near collapse guess who came to prop her up in those dark days? Yes it was the helpful Yankees, while De Gaulle was taking naps but the money disappeared into the haze. Look at earthquakes in those regions where the people are so poor who will hurry to the places and assist, yet tornadoes flatten cities in the homeland every year any helpers must have faded in the mist. When the Marshall Plan pumped billions into countries destitute there were smiles of gratitude on every face yet today their papers write about the decadent dispute and are calling them the warring tyrant race. Look at planes that fly those people in convenient and safe trips to the places where the world looks not like home should you hear the names of Boeing, DC-Ten on foreign lips on the way to a now free and prosperous Rome? When the railways broke in Germany, in France and India they were rebuilt by Americans, my word, when they did collapse at home, in Pennsylvania and New York no single miracle occurred. No one lend them even one lousy caboose. I can name five thousand times when old America would act while the rest of our great world were in a snooze. Take an earthquake on the coast, and with little left intact who of all the mentioned countries would be seen? I could go and tell you more but maybe all will get the gist that Americans have always been too keen to be nurse and, yes policeman while the envious souls get pissed so America, you ought to stand up tall. No one stands with you in times when there is need for a strong shoulder that could help you and prevent that some might fall I have seen you go alone and with your goodness move the boulder while the sneering and the whistling could be heard. And today, courageous people, you are faced with a new foe that will plant your precious boys deep in the dirt once again the world is watching and enjoying their own show screaming insults, throwing rocks at simple folks. It is not the Ma's and Pa's or all their offspring that is bad and there really is no room for your poor jokes. It is George and Donald and some others who've gone mad as the devil of Big Greed has grabbed their hand. Uncle Sam and his mean henchmen need to go inside a cell so the people can get back their promised land. And I pray for my America, Get Well. Note: This was inspired by the radio address of Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian, in the seventies. I kept the title as well