A Fixer Upper

A Fixer Upper It’s on a beautiful piece of land With a vast and spacious sky Waves of amber grain on its plains Mounts, purple where the eagles fly. Once, the richest and the greatest Known as, “The Land of the Free” With opportunities for everyone From, shining sea to shining sea. It was built from the ground up Each stone placed with loving care Planned by architects of Freedom So, all worked and got their share. It was furnished with great wisdom Truth, strength, and integrity Painted with the blood of Patriots All throughout, it’s brief history. Some people chose to remodel it Using lies, deceit, and greed They built their ivory towers Far above, what the people need. Some others tried to peddle it They stripped it down to the bare walls Sold off all its parts to foreigners And we ignored the distress calls. Now, it has gone into default The debt collectors, want, their due They might take it all, plus our souls Before the greediness, is through. Its foundation still stands firm But, rotting at the top, and all around And the common man must shore it up Before, it all comes tumbling down. It needs responsible caretakers To restore its onetime, former glory For, if someone doesn't fix it up The demo ball will end its story.

Del “Abe” Jones 10.10.2008