Little boy who runs away
Know the truth of pain
Better the most

The young mom
Starving
Struggling to make ends meet
Dealing with
A bureaucracy
That hates what it made her into
So it punishes her
For their failing policies
And she sees
Her family in poverty
Discarded
By the ignorant hearted

How many times
Can you arrest a man
For existing
Because that is
The only crime
He was committing
Because he could not
Predict which way
Your whims and quota
Will send him

How many spouses
Can you detach from
The ones you claim
Are the victims
Of foreign systems
So you keep some
And split them
Take her and send him
Back to where
He they both came from

The writer sees
The reader hears
The person feels
But the republican
Forget to be human
The democrat
Sits back
And distorts facts
Claiming that they
Will help those
Who needed the most
But the money flows
From the rich to the politician
And back around again
That’s a revolving door

This country was founded
By the wealthy for the wealthy
And does not cede the power
Does not tell the truth
Pay fair wages by the hours
Only consumes those who do
Taking the fair minded
And turning them towards
Business dreams
And get rich quick
Lottery dreams

And if I had the power
To change the world
If they suspected
That I really could
They would try
To buy me out
****** or discredit me
Luckily they don’t read
As much as me
Or a single thing from me
So I am free to tell the truth