One day you are on top of the world. Your family was happy, healthy, and living the middle class dream. Then things that you have no control over turn your world upside down. You had a little in 401k, a few little investments, and had just bought my dream house. America seemed to die a little that year and now we are in the ICU on life support.
I miss my America
To sleep under a starry sky
It used to be a dream
Now it’s a nightmare with no end
To listen to the sounds of the night
The crickets and the toads lulled you to sleep
Now the horns and the screams keep you awake
The cookouts once with family and friends
Homemade and cooked over a fire
Now our meals come from a diners recycle bin
The animals cries were haunting back then
Those sounds you just couldn’t explain
Now they are fighting over the vent again
To sleep in warmth of the blankets
Sleeping bags all warm and cozy
A life replaced by the plastic bags and cardboard
Worried about the predators
Once thought to be wolves and bears
Are pimps and dealers who prey on the weak
I’ve gone from watching my children sleep
Closing the door and whispering good night
To listening to their stomachs grumble as I hold them tight
To go home after the weekend
Resume the normalcy of life
Knowing the weekend never ends and nothing is normal
Back to a the daily grind of a job
Like anyone would ever hire me
I can’t wait to get back and get out of these clothes
However, these are the only clothes that I own
To watch my children play with their toys
Doesn’t mean as much as watching them eat
The shelters will keep you warm and safe
By putting you in a cage with the animals
When the lights go out and no one can see
Screaming and crying all around
I’ll take the streets anytime
Whatever it takes to care for my kids
They say it’s improving
They say that it’s better
I keep hoping
They said we were in for a change
Unfortunately they were right
I miss my life
I miss my job
I miss my America
