Uptown across the tracks
You’ll find nobody brown and no blacks
(Oh perhaps a few tis true!)
(Can’t we say we’ve come a long way?)
Where the houses have sizeable plots
With large luscious green lawns
And a garden with tall flowers in clay pots
I must insist
That they are good capitalists
(The very best above the rest!)
They advocate for peace
(At least every now and then!)
They’ll vote blue
With lip service they pay their due
They’ll toss the bum a dime
And dedicate an hour of their time
Collecting socks for the unfortunate
Like warm feet will change the world
Happy boys! Happy girl!
Never mind they are the gears of the machine
Turn your head and you won’t see the scene
(CIA, look away, look away, look away)
If you don’t try too hard
You can keep your guard
Ignorance is bliss
And on Friday night
With great delight
They’ll get blitzed out of their mind
And leave life far behind
Because the questions refuse to leave
And the correct answers to believe
Are rather unsettling
This country was never free
Founded on genocide and slavery
America rakes up the score with endless ‘war’
But it’s not their children fighting
No they gladly send the poor
(Isn’t that what they’re for?)
As long as the economy rolls along
Then there is no wrong
(It ain’t a cardinal sin especially if we win)
And life is wonderfully wonderful
Unless you are illegal
Except their nannies, landscapers and construction crew
But that’s only a few
Besides they’re not the nasty kind
Those with an evil mind
Like you would find in the prison
No this lot has vision
Most importantly they work for far less
So God bless
So they fly old glory with greatest pride
They’ve got nothing to hide
Except the taxes they cheat
But that’s just a little
And really ain’t illegal

John Kaniecki in an author and poet. He has nine books published (see his Amazon page). You can visit John's website and his blog. John's poem Tea With Joe Hill won the Joe Hill Labor Poetry Prize. His work has been published in over seventy outlets. Read other articles by John.