Comments about Michael Morrison
Despite your puny little war
I am no casualty
for you won't let me die.
You water me
with tears of poor illegal eyes
mothers crying for imprisoned sons
you feed me unemployed made with your lies
losers at games of chance rigged so you won.
And you build prisons everywhere
and trap those left behind in debtor's cage
but when the price of folly and neglect
comes due, you fly into a rage.
You will not take care of the least of us
although of all it; s you who have the most
you ride in limousines and take their bus
unaware that you'll be ...