Vietnam era workers,
three bedroom brick,
and a basement...
laid off, sold off,
401k gone....
Buick in the drive,
repossessed!
foreclosure packing,
Kent State and Nixon,
Reagon's America....
financial moral collapse.
the smell of napalm lingers
in houses left empty!
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