Guilty

I stand here waving a flag,

The Stars and Stripes—

But it’s lost its meaning.

Freedom and opportunity

Have been replaced

With slavery and condemnation.

The New Deal

Is a knife in the back,

A murder justified

By the greedy goals

Of a man who has no care

For his fellow neighbor.

Only wealth, power and fame

Are the values that count.

Glory is found with hands bloody.

Only the guilty reap the reward.