America.

America.

A Poem by Mercury Mirrors

I live in the land of the free & the home of the brave
Where if you don’t pass school you’re sure to find an early grave.
Where even though we’re ‘free’ we’re still economy’s slave.
Money, Power, Money, Power, is all we ever crave.
If you’re not rich, bathing in cash, a suit-bound snob,
Then you can’t pay all your bills & have to live like a slob.
Working hard at a dead-end, ridiculous job,

Forget sending the kids to college, your house just got robbed!

© 2008 Mercury Mirrors


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Very nice but depressed the hell out of me. At least I'm not the only one believing that we are heading down a one way alley of greed.

Posted 16 Years Ago


i completely agree!!! our country is going out of whack!!!!! especially our president...

true, very true.

~may

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very strong message, very well written. However those who are economy's slave are those who choose to be - although money is important & definitely a high priority, it is possible to live a happy life & not be rich - richness can be counted in priceless things, like friends, family, how we spend time with others & that can involve not spending alot of money either. Passing school, whether high school or college, can be a ticket to a better life, should that person so desire. Life is a matter of choices & priorities, deciding what's important, what sacrifices to make or not to make...

Posted 16 Years Ago


oh that was so strong and sad you really feel that way ,i wonder ,i have so many relatives in America ,they give me a very different picture,,but i am sure as you are American rooted then you know better,but that was so nice writing and very cativating

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Mercury Mirrors
Mercury Mirrors

Pensacola, FL



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A Poem by Mercury Mirrors