Poem -

Citizen

I am an American citizen. 
And I have a story to tell. 
Where should I begin. 
The country has gone to hell. 

Did you know that the law abiding citizen. 
Has far less rights. 
Than the illegal immigrants within. 
Time to stand and fight. 

They live free of charge. 
By this I mean they pay no taxes when here. 
No wonder thousands barge. 
Across the borders without fear. 

Assistance programs for each individual. 
Out rank any laws ever set. 
A government that shows less vigil. 
To the homeless and starving American Vet. 

Sad truth about the elected. 
Working against what they swore to uphold. 
Only worry about how much can be collected. 
From the working mans land being sold. 

Now don't get me wrong.  
I am the first to help another. 
But from doing without so long. 
I myself have began to smother. 

Welcome to the Untied States. 
Land of free and home of the brave. 
A country covered in hate. 
And the citizens are enslaved. 

Where the government does discriminate. 
Against the blue collar citizen. 
And opens the collection plates. 
For the green card citizen. 

If you are an American. 
Open your eyes and see. 
Because of immigration. 
Citizens are no longer free. 

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