Treasure Island

Edwin Robinette

(11-19-48 / Cumberland, Maryland)

Free


We are supposed to be a great nation
Under God is where we should be
Somewhere, somehow, someone is slipping
America is no longer free

Yes, we are free to pay higher taxes
We are free to pay excess for oil
Free to let politicians give themselves raises
As we struggle with less for our toil

We are free to pay high on our mortgage
Free to pay outrageous rents
As politicians wine and dine on our money
Not worrying about our dollars and cents

What are politicians doing for our country
I honestly have not a clue
You can bet they will live high on the hill
As we suffer, not getting our due

Americans are now taxed to the limit
Yet, Government still wants to take more
They will drive their new shiny Lincolns
Is this really what America stands for

The Government should be run for our people
It's getting too much out of hand
It is time to start climbing that ladder
America....start taking a stand

Fat Cats have no place in our structure
We are free to give them the boot
We need people who are for the people
Not criminals who are bilking our loot

Submitted: Friday, March 14, 2008

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