The following poetry, By Shelby, accurately sums up what I have spent months trying to communicate to you: you need to awaken from the coma, the illusion, you have been living in, Mr and Ms Merica!
Ask yourself, “Why?”
Why am I not prepared to die
So that my children can be free
And not indentured like you and me?
Though we are paid to toil away
We can never take a holiday
The bills just pile up higher
Why don’t we light the fire
And burn our debt to ash
and watch the Wall Street crash?
Never mind, that ship has sailed
Because on our children, yes, we bailed.
They are simply not worth the stress
And so we put up with the mess,
For if we bow before our masters
And pay tithes to hypocrite pastors
We continue with the illusion
That freedom is not a delusion
And democracy is alive and well
and we hear the ringing of liberty’s bell.
No, death has come to our future
thanks to your apathetic and complacent stupor!
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland