I am America
I am the Republic, which is supposed to stand for me.
Since I stood this long for it.
We put our shoulders to the wheel
what have we gained?
Generations of working poor, bearing upon their backs smiling politicians.
So I ask you, America, where are you now?
You take my money, and use it to buy bullets.
I can’t pay my doctor bills.
Can’t fix my car.
Can’t buy new shoes.
My clothes are threadbare so I must ask, Where are you now?
40 hours of sweat doesn’t buy as much as it used to.
I am America.
I feel as if I am punished for working,
while the fat woman buys steak for her dog with food stamps.
I see it every day here in this republic.
For which I stand.
with Bankruptcy for all.