Softly, gently soothing inner turmoil caused by not having
enough money to exist on, wanting only the necessities has
become impossible also.
Obama has given our hard-earned money to illegals, muslims,
Syrians, all those who deserve nothing from Americans, our
politicians being corrupt, only wanting to get illegal votes.
Looking to other avenues, growing our own vegetables and
fruits, dehydrating chicken, fish, pork, turkey, etc. storing
it away so in the coming years we won't have to starve.
Taking everything into our own hands, like generations
before us, knowing how to do things for free, going off
the grid, saying good bye to our corrupt politicians and
government.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem