THE SOUTH IS DYING GHOST CITIES
THE SOUTH IS DYING GHOST CITIES
For want of a shoe! The kingdom was lost.
A hefty price to pay! Oh dear, at what a cost.
What did they promise? We’re making such a fuss.
Quick to hand out our currency! Saying it’s a must.
American charity is confusing! Having forgotten us.
Supposing someone start a war! America will cover for sure.
Uncle Sam, It’s a matter of pride! Walking the floor.
Newsflash! Would you believe, our poverty lies next door?
No big deal Congress approves out dollar bills and more.
Money was taken from your pocket! Promoting harmony galore.
Ghost Cities American cities! Dying of pestilence on their shore.
Bombastic policy! Giving out your cash, to warring nations' parasites.
Doubiously believing they could stop wars! by giving dollars what a blite.
Confused! Or is it the fool that they preach, misguided, just to blow hot air?
Take a walk on the South Wild Side! Americans, are soon to be a thing of the past.
Into Rhe Mist Poetry Volume 9, Ghost Cities
Kenvil Atkins Lewis for Timeless Poetry Series / Raw Energy.
