Ameri'Con' Flag
I see a vision in my mind
My haunting, if you will
A still that's ever daunting
with it's futuristic chill
Through the middle of the frame
outstretched a wall of people
A fortitude for middle class
praised high beneath their steeple
Chasing dreams of wealth and fame
they gather by the score
positioned so their downcast eyes
have pity for the poor
Upon their backs they feel the glow
of living life on higher
feeding fires fueling egos
led by rich desires
A wailing wall of wants
that keep the haves from the have nots
Iconic human energy
at a hundred million watts
Buffering the one percent
sat high upon the hill
ironically placed on the right
believed to be God's will
They tower over all the land
masked by smoke and haze
Pitching scraps to stoke the fire
keeps their wall ablaze
A blaze that burns just bright enough
to cast a cinders glow
upon what’s left, the sea of poor
they'd rather never know
Empowered and emboldened
where they celebrate and brag
shadows caste the White House lawn
'neath the new Ameri"con" flag
Copyright © Jeannie Cronin | Year Posted 2017
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