The impoverished Of America
Are not just those lacking money
But include those with
Poverty of the imagination.
In a war on the new other
House after house
And building after building
Has been abandoned
Rural areas are armed and
Inner cities are battle zones.
beauty is lost
We have A disaster like no other
For In our quest for gold
We have obliterated distinctions
The land of individual liberty
Has destroyed our differences,
To create identical things
With replaceable workers
Who go home
On our pocked streets
Bloated with cars
That all look the same
Staying within the lines looking for
Gas stations, restaurants and motels
Made out of ticky tacky
Tasting just the same.
Screens with
With hundreds of channels,
are unable to show us
Anything to help
Build Our dreams,
Instead they manipulate us
To be a part of the collective,
Slaves to the whims of those who
Control all so that they can live like kings
And we their modern vassals.
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