Country Gone Black When the love is unforgiven. And the oppressed have been driven. To fight a new day When you shit in a can. And call it Uncle Sam. You know there's no other way. When the road seems endless. And Johnny is penny-less. The people all support the gays. When the fighting has ended. And the whole world pretended. To care in some fashionable form. When the backs of our allies. Are no longer watched by our eyes. The patriots run for the hills. When the trumpet sings. Our pawned wedding rings. It's a country gone cold. So sing to the masses. High on hundreds of strains of grasses. Freedom will prevail.

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Waiting Game Wonder Women, I see you alone. Sitting patiently by your cell phone. Waiting for a text, that seems too late. When it began with love, and turned to hate. You balance the time, smile to frown. When Prince Charming lost his crown. When the memory of a forgotten kiss. Is all to recall from the bliss. He's aware of your presence. He's aware of your love. He's waiting in solitude. From the bedroom above. To you! You know who you are.

The bravest warriors expose themselves with thick dark bloody ink.

Buy?! You can buy my old book of poetry in paperback. It's called "Feelings are not facts: Reflections of a troubled mind. Barnes and noble carries it and amazon. It went out of print a few years ago. Brian merrick is my real name. Thanks.