Singing songs of Liberty,
now imprisioned in own webs,
Downing economy,
Drowning currency,
Unemployement,
Bankruptcies,
Love sold online,
In god we trust..
Now crushed God to trust you,
Boastings..
We're great,
Our Great America..
became world's greatest
Gangster.
Democracy whispers..
Where's Lincoln !
While roll in luxuries
A quarter is so precious..
Talks of world peace..
whereas Americans don't heart it.
Author notes
Picture Prompt
A contest entry
- Photo Prompt by Grunts Girl.
1800 points, ended October 22, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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the second line was very good...
we are a big gangster
thank you for your entry in this

