They are all around us everywhere that we go
Important indeed but no place to call home
I look and often wonder asking the good Lord why
And every single time it brings tears to my eyes
How can this continue and be allowed to get worse
Has the beating heart long since been buried fanning the flames of this curse
We all have a story from a time before now
We are supposed to be the best at everything but not yet this somehow
Some stay distant and can’t look you in the eye
Others work quickly to look presentable smile and then say hi
We need assistance on a grand scale enough to make an impact
It is us that needs the help again no need for diplomacy or contract
An overabundance of things to fix how can this be so broken
Move quickly on this one my dear uncle please help us we aren’t joking
So many have sacrificed for us and fought on foreign shores
Then only to come home and fight their biggest senseless war
We don’t even know their names as they write on their new faces
Every single nook and cranny in all the familiar places
You print it at your convenience you know when it’s for the team
How about the good old adage that once involved the American dream
A good deed for the day from someone on the mighty hill
A nice fresh piece of humble pie you could use recommended daily just like your pill
Gridlocked over everything spinning our wheels for far too long
Same old boring song and dance out of tune is this hypocritical song
It has nothing to do with red or blue or even north or south
I know it sounds crazy but perhaps a major program to put some food in their mouth
The older I get the easier it is to see that all we do is line your pockets
We can’t feed our starving people but hey check out this new rocket
A shutdown is threatening oh boy here we go again
By the looks of it you sure could use a break most agree so that’s at least a win
I think we know now why it’s been referenced as the land of milk and honey
Especially for all those good-hearted folks with handfuls of COVID money
Maybe one day when the stars align and the questionable votes properly sway
We can adjust our poorly sighted vision and lift a finger for our homeless one day
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Author:
Frostyone (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 17th, 2023 07:06
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Good write, Frost.
8 men have as much wealth as the other 3.6 billion people.
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