Trickle down,

A breaking will makes an awful sound,

You can't trust your fate,

To the conscience of the not so great,

I watched the fire die,

In my father's eyes,

When they declared war on you,

It was ninteen hundred and eighty two,

Your ideas' worth, seems to me at best, faint,

But now in your death, theyve declared you a saint,

What you took from me,

Oh, what you took from me,

When you made your speech,

On national TV. 

Keyword: Reaganomics 1982 FAA PATCO strike

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Posted by chaabuk 2008-08-08 16:27:40 Unfair, unjust! Seems like old times revisited. A world where injustice and unfairness roled. Once a sinner has been declared a saint! Oh! what a cruel, cruel world! Merci! + Report this comment
Posted by lemon 2008-08-08 23:50:27 .... This was good. I liked the flow of the poem, but you know something funny? the first time i read the second line i thought it said 'a breaking WIND makes an awful sound' o.0 it sounds better your way lol nice job =] + Report this comment
Posted by Something Indecent 2008-08-12 15:44:03 .... I really liked your first two lines and the final stanza. Love the overall bashing you gave leader actor. An amusing and satisfactory read. Good work. + Report this comment
Posted by Terry Collett 2008-10-01 13:49:17 .... Isn't it always the way. I thought this a solid poem with a good theme holding firm at the center. It has a good lucidity and style and I enjoyed it. + Report this comment

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