Once Upon A Time
A man could raise a family,
pay off a mortgage
and take a nice vacation
every year on a single salary.
That’s where I was raised,
that quaint country called America.
It wasn’t perfect, just ask the blacks,
homosexuals and secretaries,
but at least the rich paid more in taxes
than the poor and, while politicians
disagreed, we didn’t doubt their motives,
most of the time, only their methods.
But that was before democracy died
and truth was lost in the big money tide.
(Four weeks until Election Day.)