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America is our location Of impending vocal frustration From the people it's congregation When they speak one feels deliberation For our need for conversation Highlighted by desperation Some help from the corporations For jobs and future generations But they offer no explanation The rich are in discrimination Before we become a divided nation Be saviours, be our salvation For our politics it's constipation No toilet roll for their application http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america-2.php

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/13/2010 4:55:00 PM
The garbage our politicians feed us is enough to cause diarrhea and I hope when their own stomachs turn they run out of the toilet paper. You have a good feel for what is happening in American politics, James. Enjoyed your poem! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 6/13/2010 2:30:00 PM
Political , but appropriate. We are coming to the crossroads very soon, and frankly, I dread what is coming. No, James, this is 2012 Peru adherence or fatalism or Christian lunacy, but a simple feeling about what I am seeing and the day by day accretion of details and events, large and small. I am not eager to embrace it, but I feel that we may have no choice. Thanks and regards, Gerard
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Date: 6/13/2010 2:07:00 PM
You said it well, good write....Karla
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