Uncle Sam

Uncle Sam is gasping, flailing at the surface.
Drowning in the cold and ever rising waters.
Churning it to foam, though that’s proving worthless,
 I doubt it’s what he wanted, or what his people fought for,
Uncle Sam is coughing, trying to shout out,
Trying to scream a message as he fights to stay afloat,
“If you want to save me, please be of no doubt,”
“The lifeline you can throw is contained within your vote!”
Uncle Sam is drowning, slipping ‘neath the waters,
Hoping that his children will offer some reprieve,
He knows that they could save him, they know that they oughta,
‘Cos just like them he’s calling, “I can’t breathe.”

◄ A Pocket Full Of Rye

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