On Behalf of the People

On behalf of the people of these United States. Now we are barren, a waste land. We beg for scraps with aching bellies. For we have nothing. Now let us hold hands to keep us steady on Our feet. If we are destitute then we must cry out and Reach for the hand of God. When we grow desperate we will seek the Hand of a deceased relative, or The offerings of foreigners who have pity? What have we become? Once a proud and Prosperous nation. Now pass the time in the Dark halls of SORROW with molded bread. What used to be just a NIGHTMARE has Come to keep misery company. Bare Shelves haunt every supermarket. Institutions have closed their doors Permanently. Who will accept our Grievances when POLICE ARE out of Business. Where is the lonesome shoulder to lean on? My bowl is still empty on the floor. The Table broke last week. Waiting for a morsel. Now I have fear of fear. I have seen others Like me walking in a trance with ghostly Expressions. I am delirious from hunger. I shiver from Cold and malnutrition and memories sent From long ago. In my refrigerator only spoiled milk. Food truck late again my friend, my friend. Who can help us now with our beaten brow, And a belly ache we can't shake. Dollar quarter. A little girl begged at the corner With all the effort she had. Nickel dime please, Please. She kept crying. ON BEHALF OF THE PEOPLE IN THESE UNITED STATES..... GOD HELP US ALL.