Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

        In America it's every man for himself

       In America your either living or dying

If you're dying it's probably because you can't afford the health care system

Maybe you choked on a peanut because you can't afford the $500 dollar epi-pen, $60 dollars in Canada

In America you can work in cerfdom at a hotel cleaning rooms and never get ahead

In America where the gun is your only friend (the Cowboy way)

Freedom has to be fought for, if the vote doesn't get you there, than there will be blood on the streets

In America there's no safety net, if you fail, you fall and you're homeless

    If your lucky you can live out of your car

If your unlucky and sleeping under a street lamp and a cop comes along and tells you to move your car, and it escalates into shots fired

You sit bleeding out in your car for the high crime of being poor.