Where Lies The Land of Prosperity?

What happened to the land of opportunity?
Where lies yester-year’s blessed golden shores?
It appears to be so much more a realm of biter disunity,
Where residents or immigrants live day to day
Without knowing what lies in store.

There are no entry level positions,
No such thing anymore as working a person’s way up,
Except in salary additions
Where one begins at the rocky bottom with the pups,
While still being responsible for making a chief’s decisions.

Once upon a time the entire realm lit up with gold,
Anywhere once chanced to go he found prosperity,
No matter if it was growing golden leaf in areas where it was warm
Or laboring for the city government where it was freezing cold.
Now one is lucky if he can find a generous food rich charity!

I am astonished at this third world squalor materialization
Inside place that fifty years ago were icons of wealth,
Everywhere all across the huge resource rich nation,
In places once known for their fine living and people’s good health.

I see hobo jungles throughout major city streets,
Starving,
Stumbling,
Muttering;
Desperate people can’t afford anywhere else to go,
Clothed by cutting three holes into tattered castaway sheets,
Existing solely on bread without meat.

When one is never able to actually own property,
Being compelled to ride a never ending wave of monthly bills;
Should he be laid off due to a incompetent supervisor’s lame snobbery,
Then the ever demanding waves become quickly growing hills,
Shoving him underneath,
To the rocky bottom with its usurious robbery.

So
What on earth happened to the land of opportunity?
Does it lie in some costly gamble with the odds being stacked so high,
Where like the casinos
Only the schools
and the banks win with a guaranteed impunity,
Where the winners cheer their wins,
But the government also gets much fatter for the effort in the end?
Is everything now all about achieving a top salary
To only access rock bottom accommodation
In this once envied blessed nation?