Fired My Rocket! Poem by Eric Cockrell
Fired My Rocket!
we 'discovered' this country
on the basis of murder and religion.
we built this country
on the backs of slaves.
we made this country prosperous
with the bodies of underpaid factory workers.
we spread democracy
with the sword of felony and greed.
we fed this country,
and foreclosed the farms of the farmers.
and you wonder
why we are where we are now!
Amen to this, I say to you, good sir...Indeed never let it be said tht you be a pinhead...but instead a lifetime Patriot, as my evening FOX fav, Bill O'Reilly would most definitely say to you if he read this poem! And don't laugh...actually you may have no choice...but when I first saw thjis pot I thought the title read, 'FRIED My Rocket', and I said to myself, this sounds like I better make sure my teenage daughter wasn't lookin' o'er me shoulder blades...lol! ! ! Spot-On & Arrow-Straight penning! FjR
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4/25/2024 9:29:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Feeding on ourselves. It is never too late for change. We can win the war with ourselves, one poem at a time. One line at a time. One conversion at a time. Keep that pen planted in truth and freedom.