A
Country Once Great
The British Isles
once was great
That was when,
Britania ruled the waves
They settled,
reigned and pilaged
Then the pound
sterling, to the masses, they were slaves
In nineteen hundred
and forty-six
Shortly after the
second world war
The American dollar
became international currency
And the British
pound, certainly was no more
This concept is
alright, as long as it's backed
By tangible
materials, a trading country can behold
But there is a
problem, with too much paper and ink
When the currency
cannot be redeemed, by either silver or gold
That being said,
let's fast-forward to twenty-sixteen
The international
currency's country, is twenty-trillion in debt
How can this
liabilty ever be fulfilled
Without an economic
collapse and everything being reset
Which brings us to
a new President's words
A proclamation,
“this country, again will be great”!
How can this be,
can he not see
As with global
warming, it will be, too little and too late
No political
conventions, but maybe, divine interventions
Is the only
solution to his Country's plight
He can build his
wall and deeper in debt they'll fall
But without a
doubt, he'll be battling a non-winning fight
He can talk the
talk and maybe, walk the walk
And sign all the
executive orders he wants
But how about E.O.
11110, John F. Kennedy signed
Remains today and
it, since, every President haunts
In the past fifty
years, instead of wasting 14 trillion on wars
That money could
have been spent on infrastructure
Medical plans,
airports, roads and bullet trains
And that's, not
just a matter of conjecture
He will spend his
four or maybe, an eight year term
Spending money,
backed by nothing tangible
Indebting the
Taxpayers even more and enriching the Feds
In an economy
artificially strong, but in truth, really very frangible
