What Time Is It America?

Story ID:	3436
Written by:	Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:	2008
Person:	Self

Is it sundown in America,
or is it now "High Noon"?
Should we tie our holsters down
and stroll out of the saloon?

To meet the bad outlaw
in the middle of the street,
or hide behind the curtains
as the good guy meets defeat?

Should we circle all the wagons,
and watch the herd stampede,
as the rustlers go on rampage
and do thier dirty deeds?

I think too long we've trembled
as the outlaws took controle,
not only of our banks and bussiness,
but of our homes and soul.

For we have sacrificed our privacy
and let "big brother" rule our lives
and sat around complacently
as they fed us naught but lies.

Now it's time to bite the bullit
and demand not lies but truth
and the only weapon needed
is that little voting booth...