A different kind of poem for the start of the Biden & Harris presidency
The Golden Door
you work each day like a chain gang slave
earn just enough to buy an early grave
the boss eats steak and drinks Champaign
and sends his goons in if you complain
you’re drunk and high on the American Dream
believe you’ll rise to the top like cream
free credit means you’ll pay and pay
no wonder you pray for Judgement Day
the jails are run for profit my friend
one false word and your sentence never ends
don’t dare use logic, stop making sense
because thought crime is a capital offense
knock knock
on The Golden Door
nobody opens it
any more
the ones inside
are happy and well
the rest of you
can go to hell
you are the tired
you are the poor
the masses huddled
from shore to shore
the homeless refuse
the wretched lost
the cheap labor
the tempest tossed
The Golden Door
this country is a business for profit my friend
when I buy or sell you, I make money to spend
if you want freedom, learn to wheel and deal
if you want fame and fortune then learn how to steal
knock knock
on The Golden Door
nobody opens it
any more
the ones inside
are happy and well
the rest of you
can go to hell
knock knock
on The Golden Door
The Golden Door
Danny Antonelli 