A poem about politicians, and politics.
Republican, democrat,
What kind of life is that?
No democratic republic,
We spew our hatred in public.
No republic of democracy,
It's all a bawdy fantasy.
When the rich rule us,
We give no fuss.
Though they care not,
who's dying in our melting pot.
Snakes take the stand,
And deny our outstreched hand.
And we refuse to demand,
A life less bland.
Or less, a satirical government,
Don't know where humanity went.
Suffocating under, the red white and blue,
They don't care for me or you.
All that matters is green,
Deals cut behind the scenes.
Like our lives are naught but screens,
To be cut by any means.
And they know not poverty,
Or a poor man's philosophy.
So they can't sympathize,
With the middle class demise.
Or what it means being destitute,
When what you need is moot.
When all you know is crime,
That's how you make a dime.
There's no scene or sign,
Of escape from your paradigm.
We can't see past our nose,
And it just goes to show,
Why mankind no longer grows...
