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Uncle Sam


Uncle Sam is his name He wants me to succeed He wants me to contribute He wants his family, his nation, to grow He acts so there is “no child left behind” I know this isn’t true He leaves many behind I got left behind Fell through the cracks of a broken system Too rich to qualify for support from my Uncle Sam Too poor to pay for it all myself Uncle Sam doesn’t care There are many of my brothers and sisters out there Medical bills that devour savings Houses that get foreclosed and leave us on the streets Relatives dying Leaving us to pick up the pieces of our souls While Uncle Sam expects us to be prodigies We all need teaching We all try to learn But Uncle Sam has abandoned us The middle child, middle class Can’t pay for college but get looked over for aid Uncle Sam tells me he loves me Uncle Sam tells me that he cares But by the end of the day Uncle Sam is nowhere to be found
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