This is a poem that I wrote for my english class a while back, in the style of "I Hear America Singing," by (can't remember the name)

I Hear the Unspoken America

I hear America singing, the various cries & carols i hear.

I hear the debtors, crying for a way out.

The Dead, screaming in tortured, ghostly bellows for redemption and retribution.

The Capitalists, looking down, laughing & meddling with their puppeteer strings.

The common man helpless to the new Fascist state.

The ignorant man in a trailer, beating his wife for no reason, his liver full of poison.

The police sworn to protect, corrupt beyond salvation.

The abused daughter crying in the clinic, carrying unborn life, abandoned by everyone.

The shallow people with their designer ignorance, caring more for social status than the betterment
of others.

The addict in bliss as he takes what will be his final hit; his endgame fix.

The orphan wondering what it's like to have a family, and the fool who forsakes his.

These and many others cry out to the world, to my soul.

Their cries drown what good there is so that I may not find it.

I hear the unspoken America, the side WE choose to avoid...