Dec 2012
Babbling buffoons and quarreling quacks
Fill our sacred halls
Achieving nothing, pocketing revenue from failure
For whom do they stand, other than themselves?
Nobody, I have found
They walk like robots, programed to eat their young
Born under one flag, yet we die alone
We are America
Until we are in need, then we are one
*We are one
Fill our sacred halls
Achieving nothing, pocketing revenue from failure
For whom do they stand, other than themselves?
Nobody, I have found
They walk like robots, programed to eat their young
Born under one flag, yet we die alone
We are America
Until we are in need, then we are one
*We are one
A short poem pointing at the failures of our politicians and we as Americans to pull ourselves out of this mess by our boot straps.
(NC)
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