Randy McClave

Gold Star - 12,600 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Poisoned Country - Poem by Randy McClave

The sky is blue and the grass is green
It is such a beautiful and majestic picture and scene
As I look out from my own back porch
I then think of the beautiful lady and her flaming torch.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
We all are equal and not separated by wealth or classes
But that was a dream and belief from long ago
Now in the ground of freedom a new seed they did sew.
They don’t want to help the needy or even the poor
But they want to spend money for hate and even for war
The eyes that I see are full of tears and an ache
Children are starving because of people’s hate.
Religion of brotherly love is no longer preached
But instead I hear “let him be impeached”
“You don’t work”! they shout “why don’t you just die”
“Our country don’t want you, why don’t you say goodbye”.
Because of some I see the hate and I see the bias
Their words and their values to me it is just pious
Sadly many won't say or do what is morally right
In them I see that cancer and I also see the blight.
I look about them and then and I see that germ
They rub those wounds as their soul does burn
Lawmakers are the destruction to our great land
They happily wield destruction and power in their hand.
We all are were protected and guaranteed by a law
But now they say it’s not for one and all, as it is a flaw
Once I lived in the land of the brave and the free
But now shamefully I live in a poisoned country.

Randy L. McClave

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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