We The People Poem by Thomas Plotz

We're here,
But they don't see us,
We are here,
But they don't
Seem to care,

This nation is for the people
For the many
And for the few,

We the people
Hang on pins and needles,
Rights are falling,
Illegal maybe, but is it just?

As justice lays cold and weeping,
Under our National Cathedrals
Laws are bending,
A little more each day

Miss America
Slowly bends down
Till her crown begins to fall

Now Miss America
Lost her crown,
Every one standing together and
Marching around,
As it laying on the
Ground,
Miss America is crying once again,

Black boots standing
From above,
Always looking for more love,
As tears come rushing down her face once more,

We the people
We are here
They don't see us
They don't care

YES

We the people
Hang on pins and needles
They don't see us
They don't care

T. Plotz
We The People
25 JAN 2017