Proud To Be An American? Poem by Brick Red

Bow down to the great
bend down to your knees
give him a proclimation honoring thee

but all he really does is sit on his butts eating hots cakes
and cookies
as the rest of us rot.

Falling through the cracks of these
horiable schools
as we become illeterit
and uncapible too

rude or ignorint
which everyou choose
our childern are becomeing that
as we go out
to have a few

We say our days our hard, but theres will be worse
As we slowly slide down a defist
getting much worse

the money is gone
as we still spend
the food and bread
soon running low
as these extrem heats take the crops we grow

Our mining going no where but empty holes
no oil or coal insight
the price to live in a heated home
or drive a car is going to rise

We are fighting and dieing for no reason at all
spending money we needed
on blowing up inocent walls.

Now how to get out of this spirling whole
its almost imposiable to see
but if we dont stop soon
we will be stuck going down forever
into a deep dark blood blackened sea