נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

I cry with you America

You were the last hope on the globe.
No more Americas
No more place for the poor
To be a landowner
To fulfill the dream.

What's left is being chopped
to small pieces
Smaller all the time
No place to escape
No place to live.

I cry with you America
You can't fulfill
You can't provide
No place for a dream.

April 1, 2011