
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Not so very long ago
I dreamed of a utopia
Beautiful and green
Full of promise and hope
Then man got in the way
Swelled with pride,
Consumed with self-importance
Greedy, prejudice and hateful
He ravaged the land
Taking what he wanted and leaving it in ruins
Polluting our water
Poisoning the ground
Making it a malignant wasteland
Seeing fit to keep this to himself
We planted
We built
We raised our families upon this cursed soil
Ignorant to the damage being done
Chronic illness plaguing our children
They say it’s all in the name of progress
Complain and you are Anti-American
Speak out and you are unpatriotic
Protest and you are a Communist
Who will be held accountable
The autocrats claims a divine right,
All in the name of capitalism
But they don’t plant, build or raise their children on this putrid land
They cry fowl from their ivory castles
Waving their jeweled scepters
Hiding behind their detestable walls
Looking down upon those of us less fortunate
They watch us wither under the toil of our labor
Building for them what they could not build for themselves
Drawing every last breath from us
All for the sake of another dollar
When will they have enough
When will we be more than just expendable
If they have their way
Never