Property For Sale

Captivating property with panoramic view Painted with pride in red white and blue Once standing proud and renowned everywhere Foundation's eroding from lack of care Wonderful neighbors, bilingual you know French to the north and Spanish below Beautiful shoreline on the east and the west Lately her structure has been put to the test Tenants won't mind if you take over the land They have learned to bury their head in the sand The property changes managers every four to eight years Lately the managers have brought the tenants to tears Selling out at this time may not be right But the tenants won't mind, they've learned not to fight The property is run from an ivory tower Swallowed in greed and corrupted with power The walls are collapsing, it seems such a sin If you are going to rebuild, you must start from within The property rules which were once black and white Have faded to gray or are nowhere in sight There are mountains and prairies, fields and streams A place for your children and a place for your dreams But now that I've thought about it you can go to Hell This property is mine and I never will sell. This poem is written for the politically correct morons in three piece suits making military decisions affecting the lives of our troops, decisions they are not qualified to make. They might be able to spell integrity and are able to use it in a sentence but don't know how to use it in their lives. They have put this country up for sale to the highest bidder. They have sold us out to OPEC and we are supposed to bow our heads and just accept it. My Flag, My country. If you don't like it LEAVE!!.