Deep in the heart of America

Lies the tissue wrapped gift of hope.
We still wait for the change button to activate
While Obama feeds us more rope.

Deep in the heart of America,
Each table groans a little less
As each day holds fewer jobs
And a scant stimulus check our redress.

Deep in the heart of America,
The click of cocking guns are heard
And rapacious smiles begin
As the lines of law grow weak and blurred.

Deep in the heart of America
The summer crawls into view
And those that wait for help
Will surely get their due.