All are accountable to the judgment of time
And when we die without truth our sadness never ends.
By the deepest longing of our heart, mind, and soul
We serve our self, family, and friends.
Most of the time as a politician stands up
Along with the truth, their brain sits down.
Promising anything and everything to anyone
While posing to the public, to be on common ground.
Worrying about love ones, jobs, and the future
Infectious disease and paying next month's bills.
Saving for our retirement and the unexpected
It's no wonder we drink, smoke, pray and pop pills.
By Tom Zart Most Publish Poet On The Web
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