It should have been Criticism written in the category slot, because inspirational would have been for those that don't want to hear no more the same lies that has been said to perpetuate the staying in power the master that the American people so gladly raise to protect when anyone tries to take their chains away.

Reduced to dust are the marble thoughts
that were the fundaments of the greedy
builders of political cathedrals
where man worshipped gods
with feet made of clay
and hearts full of bloody falsehood.

The Nation has buried a million soldiers
since that day in Plymouth Rock
for the mere survival of the few salesmen
of snake-oil with mouths full
of impossible of achieving promises
and pockets full of wishes for gold.

Seeing painful despair on the face of yesterday
frowning is tomorrow because
the future was promised to be bright
by the shadows chasers with many mantras
that mesmerize the obedient mice so,
the cats in peace all of them go and swallow.

In the calendar of man we should have had
the Age of Charlatans with Applause
two thousand and ten years after hearing the truth
we still are in the lenders grip, them calling us
to witness their sacrilegious mass
where the Golden Calf can be behold.

The infirm will be abandoned like in those times
of global pest all of them was,
homelessness was created by
euthanasia of all family values for a profit
and children living in the sewers
trying to escape from man and winter’s cold.

Reduced to dust are the hopes of many
as the few, like King Midas, go for it all,
looking down to the world burning to ashes
for shareholders sake not to get poor
forgetting fat camels don’t go through needles eyes
and that pockets haven’t no use by God.