the land of the dead

In the land of the dead
i,ve heard it said,
everyone is happy and gay
and they carry on,
for it is not known
that they have passed away.
like that fiddler of Rome
in those ancient tomes,
who played while Rome did burn
they dance and they sing
and want things not earned,
in the land of the dead today.
They cheat and they lie,
and they wink an eye
no matter whats said nor done
while thier children starve
they strive to carve
another piece of that pie.
In the land of the dead
they make thier bed,
and in it they must lie,
and while they fight for oil
people toil just to try to get by.
Where is this land you may ask,
where is it indeed?
for it would be a worthy task,
to go and fill thier need.
Well friend look around
at your own home town
and land,
for the land of the dead,
is in your head,
and that of your family and friends,
and the land of the dead is today,
here and now, in the U.S.A

Story ID:	2698
Written by:	Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	phenix city alabama u.s.a.
Year:	2007
Person:	self