America Jacked

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Political satire

It's like being snatched out 

of your car by gunpoint ..

It’s like being yoked up 

in the collar by a robber.

I call it America Jacked,

jerked, played, pimped,

conned, duped, fooled, tripped.

Get the facts-Fight back.

Why keep flip flopping

like a Flounder, get a grip.

Let go of the old. Get a handle, 

it’s a scandal-

Shoot the dice-take a gamble.

Anything is better than this for sure,

can’t keep feeding us

this Manure,

do something, make a choice,

speak up, use your Voice.

We cannot let them get away....

Stop the game, I don't want to play!

Find a hole - dig your grave-

unless you decide

to be brave.

Stop the madness, get a clue,

USA don't care about you.

Stop doing what you're told to do!

We are the ones that make the rules.

Now we are treated like we are TWO.

It's a mess can’t you see, 

where’s your eyes.,

have you no ears,

there is no time for being scared:

Young and old Black and white,

yes, your Dog is_ in this fight.

Think he isn’t, stop and think...

Soldiers civilians all are going down;

Ship is sinking, its swim or drown.

The time has come, the time is here;

Cowards, OUT! 

Because we have no time for Fear!

Cowards, will let the children fight!

Open your eyes and get a clue.

If you don't we all are


through!  Ban together, we can hate later;

It’s just like being on the front lines, 

don't care who saves our lives;

You need a heart, kidney, or liver.?

No one ask what is the color!

Let's get through this, let's pull together,

we can decide who we hate later;

Right now, our enemy is common.

We all need to solve this problem.

Do what you can, we cannot wait.

The time is now its not too late.

We have been sold out.

Been jacked, played, and pimped. 

Conned AND duped, fooled, and Tripped.

Ashes to ashes dust to dust.

Reach for your Bible or reach for a

gun, who can bring you back your son?


They steal our money and tax us to,

then make people think its charity were getting.

When it's our money that they out letting!

Sending soldiers home broke,

with no place to call home, medical treatment

interrupted,

waiting on checks while their lives are disrupted...

Americans being Jacked and smacked like a Two

dollar whore.

I don't know about you all,

but I am mad as hell, and my head is out of the

window, and I am gonna yell

"I cannot take it anymore"






Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2010

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