The ruling class are very good
at politics and greed.
They harvest from the ripened crop,
but never plant the seed.
They left our country so divided
by all the lies they told
With promises of a better life,
setting young against the old.
If money is just made up
as something to make a trade
Why are so many without a home
providing roof and shade
There’s money in the coffers
when they want to buy a boat
Or somewhere for the ducks to go
around a stately moat
But solving fundamentals
of somewhere we all can live
Excuses are forthcoming
Sorry, no money I can give.