Fourth of July Poem by A D Winans

       FOURTH OF JULY POEM

                                                

stepped on, pissed on

       cheated and abused

       taken advantage of blue collar man

       caught up in the American scam

       don’t tell me anyone

       can be anything they want to be

       if they put their mind to it

       save your message for

       the deaf dumb and blind

       it’ll never sell in the ghetto

       or to the immigrants

       you’ve  turned your back on

       take your message to the church

       tell it to the men on death row

       tell it to the starving poor

       tell it to the sick and lame

       tell it to the rich folks

       tell it to the politicians

       tell it to the serial killers

       tell it to Wall Street

       tell it to the man on the gallows

       tell it to the chiseled faces

       on Mount Rushmore

       tell it to the street whore

       tell it to the last wino

       on the bowery

       tell it to the banker

       tell it to the butcher

       tell it to the unemployed

       tell it to the circus clown

       tell it to the insane

       tell it to the outlaw

       tell it to the panhandler

       tell it to the con man

       tell it to the baby

       found stuffed

       in a garbage can

       tell it to the displaced

       factory worker

       tell it to the elderly

       tell it to the last space alien

       hiding out in Roswell

       tell it to the militia

       tell it to the FBI sharpshooters

       at Ruby Ridge 

       tell it to the arsonists

       at Waco, Texas

       tell it to the junkie

       with dry heaves

       tell it to the farm worker

       tell it to the dishwasher

       tell it to the orderlies

       tell it to the flag waver

       tell it to the Chinese peasant

       toiling in the rice fields

       for a dollar a day

       tell it to the garment worker

       slaving away in sweat shops

       in Chinatown

       and the Latin Quarter

       tell it to the garbage man

       tell it to big business

       tell it to the Fascist Congress

       tell it to the oil barons

       tell it to the tobacco merchants

       tell it to the fur industry

       who club baby seals to death

       for the clothing merchants

       tell it to the molested children

       tell it to the priests

       who stole their innocence

       tell it to the battered wives of America

       tell it to the pharmacy industry

       growing rich off the sick and lame

       tell it to the millions of people

       dying from air pollution

       in Mexico, China and India

       tell it to the man on his deathbed

       not sure why he lived

       or what he is dying for

       tell it to Jesus Christ

       shout it to the stars

       line the traitors up against the wall

       rewrite the Ten Commandments

       and start all over again

by A D Winans