Poisoned Country

The sky is blue and the grass is green It is such a beautiful and majestic picture and scene As I look out from my own back porch I then think of the beautiful lady and her flaming torch. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses We all are equal and not separated by wealth or classes But that was a dream and belief from long ago Now in the ground of freedom a new seed they did sew. They don’t want to help the needy or even the poor But they want to spend money for hate and even for war The eyes that I see are full of tears and an ache Children are starving because of people’s hate. Religion of brotherly love is no longer preached But instead I hear “let him be impeached” “You don’t work”! they shout “why don’t you just die” “Our country don’t want you, why don’t you say goodbye”. Because of some I see the hate and I see the bias Their words and their values to me it is just pious Sadly many won't say or do what is morally right In them I see that cancer and I also see the blight. I look about them and then and I see that germ They rub those wounds as their soul does burn Lawmakers are the destruction to our great land They happily wield destruction and power in their hand. We all are were protected and guaranteed by a law But now they say it’s not for one and all, as it is a flaw Once I lived in the land of the brave and the free But now shamefully I live in a poisoned country. Randy L. McClave