The Golden Door

A different kind of poem for the start of the Biden & Harris presidency

The Face of Madame Liberty on the Statue of Liberty
The Face of Madame Liberty on the Statue of Liberty

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

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