by BHolzner
First is to protect their oil.
The second is to foil
terrorist attempts on American soil.
I believe in freedom's ways.
I want to keep my slice
of the all American pie, today.
I remember the somber dusted faces on 911.
Shards of glass were falling upon,
the ground as snowflakes scorched
my skin I found, rising welts of red
and black from dead, on the ground.
I learned the truth from Al-Qaida tongues.
They wanted me to die
because I believed in freedom's ways.
Because I ate my slice
from the all American pie, today.
If we decide not to defend the oil,
Iran will invade Iraq causing more turmoil.
We will become a nation of dry,
no more to produce, no more to buy.
We will have to walk to work,
walk to our schools.
All the while, keeping fear in our homes,
ready for insurgents to attack
adorned with bomb, devices in backpacks.
No more freedom's ways,
No more slices
from the all American pie, today.
Yes, there is a price for fighting terrorism.
Yes, there is a price for oil.
What are you willing to pay
for your slice of freedom's ways?
For your slice of
the all American pie, today?
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Copyright © 2007 - BHolzner
Published: 4/5/07 · Author's Page · Next Poem