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16.04.08

Somewhere there's a nation

Somewhere there's a nation
Who eats broken dreams for breakfast
And bathes in lost innocence.
And in this nation there are children
Who've been blinded by our failures
With no desire to fix the world we've handed them,
Broken and diseased.

Somewhere is a nation
Who relies on handouts
And spends money it doesn't have
To keep mothers with seven children
Full of anti-depressants and Jack Daniels
While their children dream of someday leaving their neighborhood
And buying a yacht.
But tell me, does welfare pay for college?

Somewhere there's a nation
Whose flag is made from the very colors
That gang wars are fought over
And blood is shed upon.
It comes to our attention
That our children are dealing with bomb threats
During the very time that they were supposed to be learning to read
But that is not of our concern
When there is a national debt larger then our country
And there are sex scandals that need to be covered up.

Somewhere is a nation
where drugs are as available as confessions to a priest
And nursery rhymes have been rated R for content.
We pride ourselves in being a free country
When we cant even choose our own ways of life
And everything we touch has a price tag on it.
So tell me, what of this is freedom?

Somewhere there is a nation where you can
Buy a drug addiction sooner then you can work at Mc Donald's
And eight year olds know how to load a rig in lees then 5 seconds.
But no need to worry about them because
The family business is rapidly growing
And such a promising one
With an exceptional meth crop this year.

Somewhere is a nation
who is not at war with any country but itself.
People sit on their fortunes and walk across freshly polished parlor floors
While others walk barefoot through dirty alleys on dark nights
Screaming for shelter and food for their families;
And it comes to the attention of those who could help
Only through after school specials and the great works of literature.

Somewhere is a nation
And in this nation we are not one people.
This is a nation where God can't be trusted
Because he's suspected of being a communist
And liberty comes half-priced, if you can afford justice.
I believe this nation is not too far from home.
Ever day it's people neglect to acknowledge it's problems
Because "it couldn't happen to us".
Not here, in the land of patriots, baseball, and apple pie.
Not in this land, America.

(colagem e poema de Jami Denton)

Posted by cacoishak at 16.04.08 16:45