Our country is separating, more all of the time,
A country based on happiness, and freedom,
Is now surveillance cameras, and no trespassing signs.
The dictators of our nation, A club of millionaires, so bold,
Pay off the media, at election time, so we only hear, the same story,
over, and over,
We pay the taxes, the same story gets old.
Two political parties, always fighting,
Does it really matter who wins,
The dictator's actions, spread across the country,
How many years, till A war, in our united states begins.
The very wealthy, control the country today,
The rest of us must follow, what were told, remember slaves,
A life full of arguments, and confusion, no one wins,
What A way to be remembered, for we will all pass, on our day.
Tom Maxwell ©
5/29/2019 AD
3: 30 AM
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