The American Dream-----is dead---rest in peace this memorial day weekend

HER  EYES  WERE  THE COLOR OF  FAR AWAY LOVE   AND SHE HELD HER TORCH HIGH

IT IS SO HOT IN THE JUNGLE THAT I ALMOST MISSED HER--THE RAIN IS HARD AND BOUNCES OF THE LEAVES --THE LEAVES ARE THE SIZE OF ELEVANT EARS--EVERYWHERE NATURE IS CRYING IN DISPAIR--I COULD DROWN WHILE WALKING IN THIS OCEAN OF MUD AND ROCKS THAT MOVE--I AM SOAKED THROUGH AND THROUGH --WILL I EVER BE DRY AGAIN--AND THERE SHE IS BEAUTIFUL AND KIND--STANDING UNDER A GIANT TREE WHOSE LEAVES PROTECT HER FROM THE RAIN--I STARE AT HER IN AWE AS THE SNIPERS BULLET RIPS THROUGH MY BRAIN---THE SMOKING RIFLE LEADS TO WALL ST-- AND THE BANKSTERS OF  GREED AND DISHONER---

REST IN PEACE THE --AMERICAN DREAM