The american dream
dashed to pieces
against the rocky shore line of greed
No matter how one wishes to paint it
No matter how one wishes to paint it
personal
corporate
greed is greed
no matter the form
Factories long the back bone of america
Factories long the back bone of america
gone
As the mist in early morning's sunlight
Factories that once banged and clanged
As the mist in early morning's sunlight
Factories that once banged and clanged
turning out livelihoods
now hum in some far off distance shore
While the trade street mongers
While the trade street mongers
live off the sweat
blood
and lives
of others less fortunate
So it has always been in the land called greed
So it has always been in the land called greed
the rich and powerful
devour those beneath them
Gnawing and chewing
Gnawing and chewing
on each morsel
picking their teeth
with the pieces of others
broken dreams.
j.Sweptson
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