What if a single founding father <br />had visualised today's brave world <br />where not a soul will stop and bother <br />to ascertain why truth is hurled <br />into abyss as if it were <br />a piece of waste, or even turd <br />and where the thought could not occur <br />that shaken never means it's stirred <br />if you will pardon my light pun <br />the day that's definitely coming <br />is one that signals -without gun- <br />Star-Spangled Banner, we are humming <br />what has America bestowed <br />upon the peoples of all lands <br />demanding that their vessels flowed <br />with Yankee flag and star arm bands. <br /> <br />The world's policeman as you say <br />to keep the rascals supervised <br />I think they venture past their border <br />to conquer, although well disguised <br />the fields of oil and other treasures <br />so on the fourth they proudly list <br />all yankee-doodle homely pleasures <br />and as for me, I will be pissed, <br />with Jack the gentleman who lives <br />in Tennessee, here is the gist <br />it's never what your country gives <br />or what you sacrifice for it <br />but always oil and gold and money <br />they haven't found a use for shit <br />perhaps they'll ask the Easterbunny.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fourth-of-july-oh-my-oh-my/
