Land of the Free
Land of the Free, I ache within
This treasure trove of gaunt and thin
An Escalade uncaring
Pass the needy sharing
Why must it be this way?
The hunger pangs, a knot inside
Children groan; my pain is pride
The plasma TV news
I stare down at my shoes
While barefoot orphans pray
The tight insides of them and me
Which hunger’s worse, I think I see
To know and still be not giving
Is wealth that’s not worth living.
Redemption starts today!
by Ed Pierce