The American Dream is one that flows
That slowly bleeds
That grows
From the media it feeds
The reality that we will bounce back
From this recession
As the dollar is under attack
This is one session
That will be impossible
There is no reason
That is plausible
For this treason
That is hid behind their eyes
The American Dream is lost
What they hide I despise
As ours dreams our tossed
Into the bottom of the sea
Under a rock
With no glee
No opportunities come to knock
On your door
Hid amongst the crowd
On the floor
Hid under a shroud
Now is the time to shine
The American Dream is here
So divine
The dream is near
Never give out
Never give into others demands
Never doubt
Believe in your own hands
Put out the effort
To make a living
To no longer hurt
Keep on striving
Through this recession
Make a living
Through this session
Keep on giving
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My Old Poems (2011)
PoesiaJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)
