Mine

You promised me
That white picket fence
And told me unless
And I did work harder.
A promise of a dream
Uncorrupted, far reaching,
across thousands of miles
And cities, maybe millions.
A third way in and the best
I’ve seen is the worst I’ve seen
And no where near to
Ideal, family, security.
That hopeful promise.
Tell me now, did you lie,
Did you rob us blind,
Or was it all just a dream?