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The Land of Opportunity
By Joan Estelle High
©1-22-2004
Once there was opportunity in the land of the brave and
the free.
People came from far and wide, to find freedom and liberty.
With noble hearts and spirits high, they stepped bravely on the shore.
A few possessions in their hands, a dollar or two, but seldom more.
If they worked hard they'd see, many of their dreams come true.
They bought farms, some built homes, and started businesses too.
In those days they judged a man, not by the property he owned.
But what they saw inside, honesty, dependability, industry and pride.
It mattered not his bank account, or where he went to school.
People judged a man by his life, based on the "Golden Rule".
When a man gave you his word, and shook you by the hand.
You knew you could depend on him, to do the best he can.
Today it is different, opportunity passes by
the many,
And a good opportunity only touches the very few.
This doesn't seem to be "The Land Of Opportunity.
Still a place where humble peoples' dreams come true.
The gulf between the classes, grows much wider day by day.
The rich man has his tax shelters, and he has time to play.
The poor man just grows poorer, it's taters rice and beans.
His wife needs a pair of shoes, his kids need new blue jeans.
The poor can forget their dreams of owning their piece of land.
The only lot a poor man buys, has about six foot full of sand.
Honesty and dependability, industry and his personal pride.
Will not impress your banker, as he wants money set aside.
True equality under the law went from reality to dreams.
The only people you find in jail are black or poor it seems.
The golden scales of justice, balance with a pile of gold.
She
listens to the fancy lawyers then does what she is told.
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People down in Washington take us for a bunch of fools.
They with all their self serving pompous delegations
The common poor folks have one set of regulations,
And the upper-class wealthy folks have
different rules.
The rich man takes a deduction for a mansion on a hill.
The poor man lives in a housing project, helps to pay the bill.
When Chrysler gets in trouble, Uncle Sam steps in to breach the
gap.
While a working man, who needs a car, drives a piece of
"crap".
They have spent millions to put spacemen on the moon.
They give foreign aid to politicians who act like loony tunes.
They have been known to buy potty seats fit to suit a king.
And give grants to some odd ball to study if a bird needs a wing.
This is still the greatest land here on our planet Earth.
But we treat the common folks like they have no worth.
It should breaks your heart and make a body weep.
That little children have no bread, nor a place to sleep.
Working mothers sigh for relief from the load upon their back.
Asking us to answer why a little child should have lack.
A strong man lies weeping, buried in the pillow of his bed.
He worked 12 hours and it barely keep his family fed.
Let us all return once more to the values, that did built this great
land.
So maybe we can get back to being "The Land of Opportunity"
again.
We could give the carpet bagging politicians the benefit of our doubt.
Then fire all the lazy bureaucrats, just move the thieving rascals
out.
Because when the government is no longer the servant it should be.
It takes away all our freedoms and becomes a tyranny.
Now one of us alone has very little clout to try and vote them out
But is we all could get together, we could turn this mess about |
