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Land of the Free?
The story goes, it’s often said,
Most will agree,
The country that were livin in,
Is, by a thread, hangin:
Free!!
9-11’s, only a part,
Enough!!—that would be;
But our borders, as well,
Might as well:
Not B e!
The homeless are hungry, the fakers get rich,
There’s no honor, now, in digging
A ditch.
The 97% watch the 3,
Accumulate--. more wealth-- more Power--
Aint life a bitch?
Were told that we have to accept,
Or that we’re politically:
In-correct;
Some things that God abhors,
And, calls:
An abomination.
Yet our free speech just flew the coup,
Lost
In the laws of our
Nation.
And the morals and the manners;
All civilized peoples, Always,
Have.
Have given way to drugs and porn;
No company can come near,
The money made from porn, today, Is
Uncountable billions
Each and every
Year.
The churches are full, but do they hear?
The call of His still, soft voice
Whispering,
In their ear
Too many, are having their ears tickled,
An emotional shed of tear,
Cause in their minds, they’re so much better,
Than the ones that aren’t here.
Do they see their wicked and, deceitful hearts?
And come to Him
On their face.
Or are they standing tall and proud?
Arrogance, He:
Won’t take.!
So all in all, the stories
rather bleak,
When we’re not sure:
What language?
What rights we have lost?
Why we’re treated so rude, and with
such neglect,
And delayed without cause,
In a country we fought to,
Protect.
It’s time to pay attention!!
Make our voices and votes Known!!
Or THEY’ll:
little by little, one,
Right, or Law,
At a
Time
Take everything We hold dear,
Take everything,
We Own.
Art Proctor 5-10-06
Love Tinka
Psst; NO SPIDERS...lol!!