Nostalgia poem: Arms are all we're making nowadays. Who needs bridges and highways? You want to cut programs for the poor. We aint a priority no more...

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You don’t love us anymore

You got immigrants

To do your chores

You don’t need us in your shops

You got Mexicans to pick

Your crops

We don’t have no money like before

You spent it all on stinkin’ war

We’re in debt up to our ears

Your leadership is based on fears

We don’t make anything no more

Except all that crap you

Sell for war

Weapons of mass destruction

Sold in the mail

We should lock your ass

In jail

Arms are all we’re making nowadays

Who needs bridges and highways?

You want to cut programs

For the poor

We aint a priority no more

The rich get richer

It’s very stark let the people

Eat bark

You don’t need us

Like before

Better lock us up

And slam the door

The money’s gone to Blackwater

And Mobile oil

The people are beginning

To boil

Private armies fight your war

You don’t love us anymore

Authors Bio:
Masters degree in social work. Activist 40 years worth. Favorite quote, "we had to destroy the city to save it" hobbies taxidermy,music,saving souls and respirating