I don’t think its fair,
But what can one do,
I work and work to the point of physical disrepair,
In the end I get basically nowhere…
They get payment to live,
Homes and businesses to their families we give,
Our money goes down the drain but first through a sieve,
I hope the big guy upstairs for this statement of frustration,
Will in the end when we all meet will of me forgive…
They spend their checks,
In the Wal-Mart buying junk,
Is that where my money does go,
In their pockets so they can spend it on video…
Born an American, proudly did I serve,
My flag does fly daily, never upside down,
I mourn for those lost in world battles,
Still I bitch over treatment I receive,
When those that come here get everything free…
© ed ~ 5/4/06