They'Ll Debate! Poem by Eric Cockrell

small town, vacant store fronts,
set ablaze, and burning,
early morning February sun!

people stand and gawk,
by the old tracks, train forgotten...
childhood memories, up in smoke.

they call it America,
the land of opportunity;
freedom weeps, no one hears!

cars built overseas
powered by Middle East oil,
race by, headed for Walmart...

and tonight they'll debate
over family values and taxes.
somewhere, a church bell ringing,

and someone goes to bed hungry!