Relief

Thoughts that spilled out watching the news

The fragility of this life is wearing

Our lives constantly bound and tangled by the mundane 

We wake, we work, we eat, we sleep

Are we as people happy?

Deep in recession, there is no work

For those who are blessed to actually have a job

work too hard for way too little

Hard working people who can't make ends meet

Families torn apart by strife that was never their doing

"Too big to fail" was the answer

Stretching the common to their breaking point

Most haven't the ability to do what is most important

Play, laugh, spend time with those we love

Suffering in the land of the free 

What happened to us

Forgotten values, abandoned beliefs

For what?

The all mighty dollar

People desperate for caring

For the upper echelon to show compassion 

But alas as it is in the real world

There is no relief

Humanitarians helping those who live abroad 

Our country can not feed their own

Yet we feel the need to help, feed, clothe and maintain others who are our enemy

 What about our own nation?

What about our own people?

We need help

Not more taxes

Not more heartache

We don't want a handout

We just want 

"The American Dream"

Reviews

[Dean Kuch®]

This, my poetiic friend, is so true and so well expressed with your words. Nicely done!