Sam's Last Words

An old man at a rest home, in a pillowed chair sat turned to a window with a cold and distant stare. Now bid by politician to impart his words so wise , startled all that day as he spoke with tear filled eyes. Willy Nilly ! Slogans silly! What a lot of worthless poo ! Vanity and irony , Arrogant hullabaloo ! Rounding once again the bush and never coming to a point. Answers from a candidate with eyes that case the joint. Searching for donations selling hundred dollar dogs while your nation lives in squalor and their rations feed the hogs. Acid etching freedom as you fly the flag in storms. The Whitehouse once a castle is now a drunkard’s dorm. And we the weeping people must cling to hope and faith in the remnant of a legend of a country that was great . You greet each other in the street and shake each other’s hand . Taking shortcuts to your pedestals to bypass common man . Your citizens are divided over conflicts you devise . They vote for you and for their votes your promises are lies . For this our comrades shed their blood ! For this their mothers cried ! And when Uncle Sam was finished, He bowed his head and died.