Independents' Day 2008 By Del Abe Jones

Lately, not much to be proud of And it gets worse every year And if changes aren't made soon It just might be too late, I fear. We have those who lied to us To take us to war and worse To leave an American legacy Of an everlasting curse. We have those who don't mind Sending our Troops off to fight And then when those Vets come home They don't want to do them right.

We lost more Heroes this past year More than in any year gone past And as each one passes and more die We keep hoping, they will be the last. We are spending, our Freedoms In those foreign places like Iraq And once we have let them go It is so hard to get them back. We have people in our government Who don't seem to really care What happens to us here at home As much, as all those. over there.

We've left our borders open To let illegals flood our land As our kids pay for the others Who ruin their education's plan. We let our systems be abused By all those who don't belong As they take unfair advantage Of what made our Country strong. We have "all-American" companies Committing treason to the "force" Who made, and built them up Just for, the bottom line, of course.

We have many other businesses Who buy goods from overseas Which are unsafe, or can poison us Or give us, some deadly disease. We have the so-called "news" we get Controlled by a few select stations Who tell us only what they want To control our, "public relations". We have the insurance companies Who don't want to pay the claims They would rather let a person die So their high, bottom line remains.

We have the big oil producers And the huge auto industry Who don't want alternate fuels Or to raise the minimum mpg. We used to have the "middle class" And most of us lived fairly well Most the World looked up to us Before we broke down and fell. We have the rich getting richer As the "middle class" will get poor It seems no matter what they have All they want is more and more.

We have, "The New World Order" And we should all be terrified That the elite want to rule us all Once, all our freedoms are denied. We have so many, "true" believers Who will blindly, follow behind All, afraid to think for themselves Just like the blind, leading the blind. We have Democrats and Republicans But, they all seem, just the same All of the bs, lies, and politics Of, the same ol', same ol', game. It's time we take our Country back And make it what it used to be A place, where our Constitution Still rules, the Land of the Free. We have our old two party system Who think they have all the power It's about time we prove them wrong With the Independents' finest hour.

Copyright ©  Del Abe Jones 2008

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