Star Spangled Eulogy
A poem
By The Vent By Franklin NewberryPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read

Let it be known to all this day
The American dream has passed away
Aborted and wrapped in a soiled flag
Dusted in ash in a plastic bag
Just like our unborn daughters and sons
Truth be known I guess they're the lucky ones
Tossed out into a drainage ditch
Drained of it's blood to bathe the rich
Scooped up and thrown in rubbish can
Carried to the dump by the garbage man
Stinking and dry in the mid day heat
Rats and oppossums gather 'round to eat
They gnaw on the flesh and they lick the bone
Growling at each other when the meat is gone
About the Creator
The Vent By Franklin Newberry
Son, Father, Friend, Writer




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