A poem by Spencer H.

There was a dream that was us once, with Liberty and Justice for all. Oh how could we not see? We’ve become casualties.

We cry “Pro-Life”! But not them, They don’t live right. Too poor for proper boot straps but use them now and save yourself, you useless casualties!

“In God We Trust” on bills so crisp, but we send them to a man of dust. Their only goal, to build him up and send us low; we who have become the living casualties.

We have the best president! Don’t mind the skeletons! He’ll bring us peace yet kills the children, but we don’t care they aren’t kin! Yet, here we are among the casualties.