America 2013

Written by: Ronald Karzmarczyk

                                                I fought for my country as was my right,
                                                looked down the barrel with enemy in sight
                                                sailed across the ocean to foreign lands,
                                                landed on beaches with pure white sands
                                                now I come home to discontent and hate,
                                                as the government tries my guns to take
                                                the taxes they take and leave but little,
                                                like a wood carver as he starts to whittle
                                                complain of global warming all in their mind,
                                                weather changes but little they will find
                                                no longer the land of the free and brave,
                                                just the place where they dig your grave.