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Our America by Sonja
Begs the question "Who?"
Them, me, and you...
We.
Everybody?
Who is the gate keeper?
The Grim Reaper?
It seems, as we advance,
Too much is left to chance.
I miss my America of yesteryear.
Morals were strictly adhered.
How to succeed was very clear.
Hard work and frugality were revered.
Not so today.
The invisible social ceilings and walls
were kinder back then.
The American dream was well within
the reach of each American.
Not so today.
The dream has turned into an indebted nightmare.
The average American is now caught in Profit's snare.
The New Great Depression is not far away.
Be aware and be prepared.
Copyright 2005
Our America by Sonja
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