Before there were judicious child support laws, before there was equal pay for equal work, before the Lord blessed me with a great job which turned into a wonderful career, I raised my sons alone in poverty. This poem was inspired of one particular moment in my reality.
Before John David Chapman shot John Ono Lennon dead on December 8th 1980 in his beloved city of New York. John fought to stay in this country because he was causing the government too much trouble with his beliefs. He continually protested "war." He sang songs about love and peace. For this he was persecuted unmercifully, continually fighting deportation.
In uttercontrast the very same government and its agencies allowed terrorist to live freely in this country on expired visas committing crimes but never deporting them. Even since September 11th, 2001 the government is still trying to make it easy to let more immigrants into our country at the tax payer's expense.
I love America and all that she stands for, but when we cannot protect our own citizens, cannot provide for our own homeless, father-less, aged and the unemployment rate is as high as it is, I belive it is time to take a new look at our immigration laws. If you want to see what I am talking about you are welcome to check it out yourself.
This poem is dedicated to those who live in poverty, the neglected children of fathers and/or mothers who do not care and a Government system that has failed miserably to take care of their own.
Happy is he who dares courageously to defend what he loves.
- Ovid
