Don't know much about anything, anymore. I see what is around me and wonder. Wonder how things got so convoluted in the ways of truth, justice and the American Way. Sad, really. I sits and wonder. Sometimes aloud. Sometimes silently. Sometimes with tears in my eyes. Sometimes in my sleep as I toss and turn. But, I continue to wonder, even when no answers beckon.
Neighbors shuffling by with heads hung low. No smiles anymore to share with the world.
It is tough for them. They used to work and play hard, making the world a little better every day. Days that now stagnate.
Now they drag their feet. Defeated. Dejected. Jobs gone. Home only a dream. They stumble along, ghosts of what they once were to Lady America.
Oh, they still wave as they pass, but half-heartedly. They are as invisible to the government as the wind to the trees. Not even the Few notice them, unless to abuse them further by trying to gain the few pennies left in their pockets.
People don't count for anything now. Not even as Americans. They know it, feel it and taste it in their souls.
So very sad, like a bad dream without end.
Hunger fills their tummies, eyes and dreams of what once was and probably never will be again. Heads filled with memories of what they once built out of pride and sweat for themselves, neighbors and generations to come.
Dreams shattered by the economy for the Few and by the Few. Most Americans relegated to being only a commodity to enrich the Few.
Only the birds sing happily now. They never stopped the song, but the government stopped the music in the souls of the people. A government of greed made for the Few.
Laughter of the children in the neighborhood is gone. I hear more cries now. Even stories of fantasy dashed upon reality, bring no smiles to their faces. Even the dreams of the little ones are wont.
I wonder about the Few that have so much, when so many have so little. How will they manage with so much and yet craving even more? I wonder if having it all fills their soul, or even if they have one that can be filled?
I wonder what is to become of the Great Lady that was once America? How her children will fare when the light finally goes out.
Will the government care? Will the Few awake from their singular vision they are the only ones of worth, to the truth they are not an island?
I wonder. Do you?