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That is what I am.
That is okay with me.
I work hard,
Have a family.
I support my wife,
and my own kids.
I even adopted a couple…
I am made to pay.
I am made to do what I do not want to do.
I am less than my forefathers,
because I have allowed the works of evil men,
to lead this nation into a bad place.
Under the pretense of fairness,
they have turned my good nature into…
loss and despair.
They have given my hard earned wages,
to those that take and do not give at all.
Those that live off my country, my nation,
and refuse to swear allegiance to her very soul.
“In God We Trust”
They kill babies, in the name of freedom?
I want to scream out, “Whose?”
Murder is murder,
in any dictionary.
You can change the definition in writing,
but the intent of the heart,
will never be different.
Evil is evil.
Then and now.
Lifted up in places, far and wide.
Angry and awake, not sleepy anymore.
Robbers go to jail.
Murderers, should never see daylight again.
There are NO Sanctuary cities!
Those that hurt the meek,
shall be placed in the dark,
and forgotten… forever…
Those that helped them,
There is reserved and even better address.
One that best suits the allegiance between
betrayal, deceit, and scum.
The time is getting close at hand,
when truth will no longer be kept silent.
Things will be seen by all,
and choices will be made.
Note the slowness of our citizens,
to listen to authority.
Staying out on the beaches…
Soon, there will also be silence.
And no one…
will tell anyone…
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2020
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