Here is the first from a friend who wishes to remain anonymous:
Eulogy for the American Dream
A poor man lays sleeping.
His love and labor were used to make all of these brightly colored packages.
Packages filled with empty calories, empty words and empty promises.
Words that poured from the mouths of empty headed rivers.
Promises that were immediately broken.
Boxes void of nourishment.
The man wept.
He wept as the natives welcomed the pilgrims and conquistadors.
He wept for the lost souls that felt the rip of war and then laid silent.
He wept again for the soldiers that went home halved.
He wept for the souls that suffered the whip as they fed pilgrims, founders and other good men.
He wept for the souls crushed in the mortar of majestic houses of hypocrisy.
The man laughed.
He laughed at the fools that spoke of guts, glory, freedom and country.
Funny fools and their fat pockets.
Funny fools that fed their master's hunger for money.
Funny fools that were the masters.
Funny fools that served without question.
The man toiled.
For sustenance.
Green scraps.
Paper that turned the gears.
Paper that paid for the brightly colored packages.
Adorning technicolor shelves at the discount stores.
Discounting everyone.
Discounting the future.
Slashing prices.
Saving more.
A poor man is now silent.
He worked hard.
He slept, he prayed, he loved.
And though he worked so hard.
He left no estate.
Indeed, he left nothing.
And now two will stand where he once stood.
On a foundation of freedom.
-Anonymous
A poor man lays sleeping.
His love and labor were used to make all of these brightly colored packages.
Packages filled with empty calories, empty words and empty promises.
Words that poured from the mouths of empty headed rivers.
Promises that were immediately broken.
Boxes void of nourishment.
The man wept.
He wept as the natives welcomed the pilgrims and conquistadors.
He wept for the lost souls that felt the rip of war and then laid silent.
He wept again for the soldiers that went home halved.
He wept for the souls that suffered the whip as they fed pilgrims, founders and other good men.
He wept for the souls crushed in the mortar of majestic houses of hypocrisy.
The man laughed.
He laughed at the fools that spoke of guts, glory, freedom and country.
Funny fools and their fat pockets.
Funny fools that fed their master's hunger for money.
Funny fools that were the masters.
Funny fools that served without question.
The man toiled.
For sustenance.
Green scraps.
Paper that turned the gears.
Paper that paid for the brightly colored packages.
Adorning technicolor shelves at the discount stores.
Discounting everyone.
Discounting the future.
Slashing prices.
Saving more.
A poor man is now silent.
He worked hard.
He slept, he prayed, he loved.
And though he worked so hard.
He left no estate.
Indeed, he left nothing.
And now two will stand where he once stood.
On a foundation of freedom.
-Anonymous
