Here is a poem that I wrote about Uncle Sam. Itâs something that majority of us can relate to.
Uncle Sam: The Original Gangster
Uncle Sam wants your money, house, and land
If you donât pay, heâll take it all, thatâs the plan
Red, white, and bruisedâyeah, the systemâs a scam
Taking from the people, feeding greed by the gram
Got a flag in your yard, but your debts in his hands
as he tightens the government clamps.
Taxing your breath, enslaving your name
You work all day playing his game.
You chase that dream with broken knees
While he profits from your liberties.
Uncle Sam wants your money, house, and land
If you donât pay, heâll take it all, thatâs the plan
Sign on the dotted line, no room for delay.
Freedom costs in all capital letters.
âHome of the braveâ just really a debt slave.
Got chains in the mail and the bills never end
By printing the laws while robbing the poor
Uncle Sam is knockingâ at your door.
His power is dressed in a three-piece suit
Patriot lies in a red-white boot
He says itâs justice, says itâs right
But his judges got a bonus last Friday night.
Uncle Sam wants your money, house, and land
If you donât pay, heâll take it all, thatâs the plan
Sign on the dotted line, no room for delay
Freedom costs in all capital letters.