The American Dream Poem by Clyde King
The American Dream
I'm tired of givin'
To the cost of livin, '
Gettin' nothin' in return.
If I was a dollar
I'd surely holler
The way folks make me burn!
You slave all day
To make your pay,
And when the day is through-
Yer no further ahead
Than if you stayed in bed,
‘Cause the guvmint got it too!
April 2019
They say taxes are democratic Everyone, especially, the rich, Must pay their fair share But it's we all That end up with nothing Because for government, There never is enough money Anywhere, except in the politicians Fat pockets. I totally agree with your poem. Thanks for writing, the truth!
Thank you Sandra. I wrote this about 45 years ago and it’s more true today. The top 5% of people in this world control 90% of the wealth. They want to make us poor, keep us poor, because we’ve become “debt slaves” to the wealthy power elites.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 5:20:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
that's the way it always works on a dualistic planet, if you got doubt, watch your money dwindle- you can plan it
Our life is interdependent with all life forms. It’s not an us vs. them reality. Life has to be symbiotic if we are to survive.