The Promise Unfulfilled

These United States of Madness

Are wearing hard on me

Oppression never goes away

In this land that we call free

All are created equal

But just don’t count the cash

There’s nothing you can count on

When there’s nothing you can stash

And the rich keep getting richer

As they profit from the poor

Kids are going hungry

And the wolf is at the door

I’m a man without a country

In a land that isn’t free

And the best of what we could have been

Has got the best of me

cn 2262011