Dear Uncle Sam,
I’ve had it, you’re fired!
Your excuses and rants are long over-tired.
Pay yourself first and screw over our soldiers
Then offer a pat to yourself on the shoulders?!
What have you done to the land that I love?
You gave our amendments a cliff-hanger shove.
The right to assemble is gagged by permits
And the right to bear arms is headed for quits.
Searching of homes kills our fur-kin
And appeals of wrong entry go to the bin.
Get ready, set, bail. What can you afford?
Innocent ’till proven, yet locked with ill-horde.
You set the limits on a president’s term
Yet keep your own seat until you’re infirm.
What can I do? I hold but one vote
A flick of your tongue could see overwrote.
My trust, hope and faith are loosing their place
‘Cause the red, white and blue has on a neck brace.
I send you these words with a heart that’s sincere,
A sentiment you would belittle and smear.
It may all mean nothing at the end of the day,
But while I still have the First, I still have my say.