Taught to register their dreams,
With the government for safe keeping.
Now has them questioning their decisions made.
Since that life envisioned in retirement...
Has been pocketed by crooks,
Discovered cooking the books...
Just for looks and no substance to leave.
And the grieving that has begun,
Will not return a dime to anyone stunned.
Besides their livelihood and way of life taken...
Those that have done this,
Continue to lavish themselves with trips and gifts!
And 'that' is the democracy,
Worth bleeding and fighting for.
For some it is bliss...
To be that patriotic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem