Posts Tagged ‘the American Dream’

An Honest Day’s Toil

September 11, 2014

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I grew up in a country
Where an honest day’s toil
Could earn a man a castle
Where the working man was royal
He could send his kids to college
They could elevate their lot
Everybody pitched in
Everybody had a shot

Every day the working man
Is struggling to get by
On a smaller and smaller
Piece of the pie
Cuz sleazy politicians
And heartless corporations
Sold out the workers
And mortgaged off our nation

Every road that you drive
Every building that you see
Was made by working people
Like you and me
We need to stop trying
To build nations overseas
And start investing
In you and me

Every day the working man
Is struggling to get by
On a smaller and smaller
Piece of the pie
Cuz sleazy politicians
And heartless corporations
Sold out the workers
And mortgaged off our nation

by Richard W. Bray

Broken

February 8, 2014

broken country

we got people to the moon
atop a big ole rocket
we got a thousand songs
to fit inside your pocket

we got politicians
with perfect teeth and hair
we got flying robots
that can kill you anywhere

we got favors for the rich folks
and prison for the poor
we got rampant unemployment
and never-ending war

we got a bunch of cameras
watching everything we do
we got a Constitution
but it don’t cover you

by Richard W. Bray

Wastingtown Redux

January 1, 2014

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Moochaholic money snatchers
Misanthropic power-grabbers
Avaricious Wallstreet bankers
Sycophantic KStreet barkers

The misappropriators
Down in Wastingtown
Take the people’s money
And spread it all around

Enterprisin keyster-kissers
Disbelievin merchandizers
Profiteering cluster-bombers
Homicidal problem-solvers

The misappropriators
Down in Wastingtown
Take the people’s money
And spread it all around

by Richard W. Bray

Rigged

July 25, 2013

aaaaaaaariged

The thieves in charge
Just dangle some cash
And dirty politicians
Kiss a whole lotta ass

The game is rigged
In the USA
The American Dream’s
Been dealt away

Crooks and traitors
Keep getting paid
Send jobs overseas
And call it free trade

The game is rigged
In the USA
The American Dream’s
Been dealt away

Ain’t got no money
To fix our schools
We’re going down hard
Like a punch-drunk fool

The game is rigged
In the USA
The American Dream’s
Been dealt away

by Richard W. Bray

Wastingtown, DC

April 26, 2013

We’ll spend the people’s money as we please
Entitled to an endless building boom
Living in the District of Disease

We’ll charge a tariff every time you sneeze
We’ll tax your rest when you are in your tomb
We’ll spend the people’s money as we please

It’s still your country we just hold the keys
It’s still your cloth, but we control the loom
Living in the District of Disease

Be sure to pay your taxes and your fees
We need it to enlarge the endless room
We’ll spend the people’s money as we please

We won’t stop until you’re on your knees
Our project calls for universal doom
Living in the District of Disease

We squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze
And everybody else can suck on fumes
We’ll spend the people’s money as we please
Living in the District of Disease

Richard W. Bray

Abandoned

September 17, 2011


Abandoned

For twenty-seven years
I worked the ‘ssembly line
Till traders bought the company
And robbed my pension blind
They crated up the factory
And shipped it overseas
Left fifteen thousand workers
Blowing in the breeze

Been outta work so long
I don’t know what to do
Been double-dealt and curb-kicked
Till my hide is black and blue

Filthy politicians
Say they love the working man
Seeking bribes and kickbacks
From stockbroker hand
Thievin’ doublecrossers
Drove this country off a cliff
Ain’t no golden parachute
For the working stiff

Been outta work so long
I don’t know what to do
Been double-dealt and curb-kicked
Till my hide is black and blue

The folks who run this country
Would sell they mamas’ soul
For a thousand votes
Or thirty bits of gold
The Dream that was America
Is swirling down the drain
This country used to build things
Now we manufacture pain

Been outta work so long
I don’t know what to do
Been double-dealt and curb-kicked
Till my hide is black and blue

by Richard W. Bray