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USA
This land is the land of the free....the land of dreams....
the land of unlimited opportunities....the land of greed...
the land of schemes, and broken city schenes....
the land of the judged....stereo typing us by classes....
sectioned in cities....in different neighborhoods....
where its easy to by pass us....dreams shattered like glasses....
schemes becoming more contriversal poisoning the young's mind like gases that pollute our air...
high class treated special....middle class treated fair....
lower class treated as if they're not there....we are aware...
not easy to scare....we are here with no fear with our polluted air to share...
this land is the land of the free...costing so much to live...
the land of dreams.....nothing real to give....
the land of opportunities that has been taken by the greed....
the schemes that feed the need to stereo type us by classes...
sectioned in our cities...Government Bullies we are not scared of ya....
because this is still our UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
(this land is your land...this land is my land...from California...to the New York Island...)
United We Stand...Divided We Fall...
New York City....The City for All....
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
we are now seen as disgraceful
deplorable, terrible, unacceptable
the leaders of the other countries are laughing
we are allowing a convicted felon
a person with no integrity
who makes fun of people’s medical and psychological conditions
to run for president of the USA
we are laughable
A man who caused an insurrection on national TV
who should have been hanged for treason
it is unacceptable, dreadful, unpardonable
but what else would they expect?
We have a sexual harasser and a rapist on the Supreme Court
The USA government has become a joke
but who is laughing?
Not the children mowed down by guns in grade schools
If I was from a foreign country
I would never come visit this upside down place
It is shameful what the thinkers have allowed the nonthinkers to do
and it gets more shameful
every single
second
that this
presidential candidate
is not wearing his orange jumpsuit
and that the electoral college
can allow a woman to get two million more votes than her opponent
and still not become president.
Who is laughing?
Not me.
Thank you America, for always being there, for leading freedom, and showing the world how you care.
Thank you service people, for all you do, for defending and working toward peace and love and all types of positive ways.
America ready and growing every day, making us move toward brighter and brighter days.
America will continue forward, it will learn, forgive, defend, and make our legacy number one.
America is celebrating its 250th anniversary, we will cherish this year and make memories that will last forever in our hearts.
America we love you and ask God to bless us every moment in life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Does society need a push to be made just,
Can we not together find solutions set to last,
Homelessness and poverty rife with shame,
With people given numbers but no name.
Are we so callous, blind and proud
To block our ears from cries so very loud,
Their wants and needs not our concern,
As we shake our heads with gazes stern.
Gone are the neighborhoods that kept us close,
Replaced by ones which only inequalities expose,
Gleaming steel towers where merely money speaks,
Silent neighbors with no word spoken for countless weeks.
Corporations filled with wanton greed,
Blind to crippling poverty and need,
Governments complicit in this crime
Grasping for income all signs of morals they begrime.
Solutions few, decisions hard,
So many options by self-interest barred
And yet in some humanity prevails,
Providing sustenance that such humanity entails.
To the rest of us, the watching masses,
Idly gazing through rose colored glasses,
The moment beckons for a society to heal,
Lest that apathy our very soul forever steal.
The old bell's echo still lingers in the air,
Not only in museums, but in the lives we share.
Through weathered words and faded ink,
We honor those who dared to dream and dared to think.
Yet freedom is not frozen in the past,
It grows with every year that passes fast.
In every song, each brushstroke that is bright,
New voices carry history into light.
The fireworks bloom where the stars belong,
A modern chorus joins an ancient song.
Remembering where our journey began,
While shaping tomorrow with hopeful hands.
This Fourth of July, may we celebrate both,
The courage of yesterday and the promise of growth.
For liberty only lives when hearts remain free,
Creating a future worthy of history.
My Dearest Miss America,
the time has come for you
to use your voice
and make your choice
of the future you shall choose.
Each suitor is quite different
in most explicit ways,
like where they stand
on the laws of the land
and extremes to which they stray.
Choose carefully my darling
your chalice there awaits,
each takes you far
from where you are,
the sealing of your fates.
Because you know I love you so
and care about your life,
I have to say
I hope and pray
your choice is dignified.
One which keeps your head held high
loved deeply and respected,
proud of your name,
unburdened of blame,
or the pain of being rejected.
I’ll be there in November
upon your Election Day,
anxious to hear
your choosing my dear
of the fate that will lead you away.
Will it be one of stability
faithful, just and true?
Or will it be one
where truth matters none
that’s captured the heart of you?
My dearest Miss America
the time is drawing near.
I hope I know
which way you’ll go
but the choice is yours my dear.
All my love and hope,
Father Time
~Jeannie Cronin
I finally met the Queen,
This impossibly Grand Dame,
A dream from just a teen
And now I’m in her frame.
My mother just adored her,
She’d fill my head with tales,
Of hardships amidst splendor,
Right down to the details.
But now to be so feted
By this beacon of our time,
An honor so awaited,
A pleasure so sublime.
As to all the pomp and pageantry,
It really suits me well,
Hobnobbing with her Majesty,
It’s truly rather swell.
It’s clear that I deserve it,
Who more so than me,
A just and timely benefit,
To the leader of the free.
Melania’s also happy,
She got to strut her style,
Her outfits always snappy,
All great for my profile.
The British saw my wit,
My charm and all my grace,
No longer that misfit,
Now the undisputed ace.
911
By Franklin Price
09/11/2024
Three and twenty years ago
Terror rang its awful bell
In the midst of New York City
The great and tall twin towers fell
Slammed by hijacked liners
Deviated from their flight
Took our independent nation
From the day into the night
Thousands died there on that day
At the Pentagon we lost
A field in Pennsylvania
Also added to the cost
There was no nation there to fight
These were terrorists with dough
Billionaires had funded them
What to do, we did not know
We went to war with countries
Targeted Iraq, Iran
To make it even better
We fought in Afghanistan
For over twenty years
We sent our soldiers over there
Many killed and wounded
And our fighting more than fair
Since we did not fight the country
But the terrorists within
We could not hurt the population
To damage them would be a sin
There was no way to win the war
We finally pulled out everyone
The terrorists took over
Now its worse than when begun
We are protectors of the world
Have been since World War Two
Give of ourselves to everyone
We should try out something new
Trillions of dollars is our debt
From giving everything away
We borrow bucks from China
Who may own us one fine day
Communism and democracy
Capitalism one and all
The ones who have the money
Will cause the other ones to fall
We've donated to our allies
Just to keep them as a friend
While our own go cold and hungry
Which has come to no good end
The USA's our country
Home of the brave and free
A promise land for citizens
That's including you and me
We welcome here most anyone
Who contributes to our way
Terrorists and criminals
Cannot be added to the fray
Our borders need protecting
Not to let the bad ones here
There's a qualifying process
For rejecting when they're near
We all need to pull together
Or we'll lose this once great land
Nine Eleven is still with us
We must address it hand in hand
I know I'm slightly losing it and Jill sees that now too,
So all we can but hope for is to Bluster and to Woo.
What If I sometimes falter with names or something more,
Only Fox is bent on keeping that lame and pointless score.
The rest of my fan Media provides me with great flak,
While I air my inner Irish and repeatedly attack.
As to the clueless voters I truly feel for all,
I quietly do get them, as the choices do appall.
Trump is but a cannon with a worn-out rusty bore,
Little in the barrel spraying mayhem aft and fore.
And to my friend Kamala, words truly don't suffice,
But no-one of sound mind would want to roll that dice.
So what are we now left with that possibly makes sense,
To getting people voting and off that dreaded fence.
I'm quite the only choice if truth be clearly told,
Despite the fact I'm quirky and obviously quite old.
Thank goodness for the knowledge my team will see me through,
I bless HIM every night for this weird creative crew.
They tell me what to say whenever I might need,
Have me practice all darn day to show that I can lead.
It's a challenge for them all but what about for me,
I’m sure it’ll be worth it in the end as you will see.
And while this plan unfolds I’ll keep a low profile
Speaking ever less as has become my style.
There is one thing that worries me far more than I would care,
Jon Stewart's now resurfacing with his weird confounding stare.
Throwing comments like sharp knives as a rapper from the hood,
And jabs like some street thug with a blistering left hook.
I’m asking my top people to rush him off the air,
The answer that I’m getting is pretend he isn’t there.
None of this a problem, the story of my life,
I cherish a good brawl and every dose of strife.
Abortion is my ticket with progressives by my side,
This alone will stem the frothing MAGA tide.
Just watch me now perform with my wily stash of tricks,
For if Trump is made of Teflon, I’m made from Scranton bricks.
“Impeach, Impeach” the chorus grows
Wise is the phrase “What I shall reap is what I sow”,
Show me the way, find me a door,
For this great stage I crave no more.
God know’s I’ve tried, perhaps too much
To put the world to rights and such
Is my reward, forlorn by friend and foe
I’ve never in my life felt so very low.
What will I do, how should I act,
Shall I perhaps try dignity and tact?
But why now fall for this vile ruse
To be sidelined, become a mere recluse?
Let me stand tall, tell them what’s what,
If I recall they did sign squarely on the dot,
I’ll show them how it still can be,
To have the greatest President our world will surely ever see.