Poor Americans

                                                                               By Anonymous

                                                                                  

                                    At times I am hateful, irrational and ignorant of the world I

                                    live in because my government thinks its best. Though my true

                                    desire is to be loving, rational and knowledgeable about the                              

                                    world, I remain stuck with all of the rest.

 

                                    I was raised to be a greedy scavenger; Life is about the survival

                                    of the fittest and that’s all I know. I would love to be able to     

                                    share my material wealth but my greed will not let go.

 

                                    I am full of arrogance and I am quick to express anger because

                                    I am anti- intellectual. My own thoughts exist in a vast

                                    wasteland; Having humility and peace in my life eludes

                                    me because my ambitions leave me ineffectual.

 

                                    My bigotry is my ultimate stupidity. Though I would like

                                    others to receive the same treatment I receive my lack of

                                    intelligence fosters stern rigidity.

                             

                                    I can’t help myself; I am driven by fear and sexual duplicity.

                                    Living without fear and having a healthy sex life appears to be

                                    filled with complexity.

 

                                    The owners of my country and my government don’t trust me

                                    to think. They must constantly manipulate me with the media

to motivate me to act from pure emotions and alcoholic drink.

 

                                     My love for my country is used against me. I am compelled

                                     to fight unjust wars for fear of being called un-patriotic and

                                     wanting to flee.

 

                                    My church has its hand in my pocket. They leave me

                                    struggling with internal conflicts that have no solutions except

                                    to fire the rocket.

 

                                    Yes, I am a poor American. I am sorry for being used to do

                                     things that I don’t understand; erroneously giving my life

                                     for political and economic interest that fly in the sand.

                                     

                                     I just hope there is intelligent life somewhere in the 

                                     universe that will understand me. I know not what I do and I

                                     shall not flee.

 

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