American Sorrow
Wealth and riches beyond the imagination
This country is a majestic nation.
The most powerful on earth and past glory,
It leads the world in fame and superiority.
Its vast riches are equaled only by its people.
The source of its power is in the individual.
And faraway battles marks its determination,
To free the people of the world and end segregation.
Its ability to cope with a depression and wars,
Showed its vitality and its growth,
Into the leader of the world and in its hope that,
Soon one day peace would reign throughout the globe.
But looking inward one can see
The beginning of a malignancy,
A darkened spot in its veil of purity,
The American dream is losing its vitality.
Faceless people walk the streets,
Pushing their carts and looking obsolete.
There is no one there to see them,
The people drives by not seeing the vision.
Who are these people and why aren't home?
Perhaps no one wants to see the vision,
Its too close to home and they would rather not listen,
To the silent cries of their people.
It is just too sad to think about it.
Why don't they just go away and be done with it?
No one wants to deal with it,
These homeless people are yes indeed,
America's sorrow and can' you see,
Our greatness comes from our people,
They need and seek our sympathy.
America is just too great to let it happen,
Each one on us is so important,
We can't afford to waste anyone.
Copyright © Albert Santos | Year Posted 2007
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