ALL I CAN DO

I was watching television

And our acting politicians

Talking on economy

Do you think they really know 

What’s happening in the world

While they’re sitting in their limousines

Eating continental food 

And drinking fifty year old rum

How long would they survive

Fighting for their lives

In a place like the Camden slum

The problem’s they’re so busy 

Sucking up the money

Dig us deeper every day

No they don't care what's happening

To the once United States

~~~*Chorus*~~~

Babies are dying in the womb

More and more each day

There are thirteen year old kids 

Out walking the streets of LA

And all I can do is get mad

Be all kinds of sad

And cry a lot of tears

What good does it do 

When the system hasn't changed 

In a myriad of years

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They get shot and it’s like the world’s 

Just a coming down

How many young boys 

Have they witnessed lying on the ground

They've got their banquets, parties

And their money climbs

Yet they’re over-taxing people 

Who are barely getting by

~~~*2nd Chorus*~~~

And all I can do is get mad

Be all kinds of sad

And cry a lot of tears

What good does it do 

When the system hasn't changed 

In a myriad of years

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Are they devoid of compassion

Why do they ignore the truth

Our country is forlorn, wandering alone,

Forsaken, and abused

Our children are in peril 

From the wicked and depraved

Attending school in jail

Released and protected,

Then supported by the state

The rich keep getting richer

While the poor are losing farms and homes

How does Lady Justice

Balance out this travesty alone 

Politicians are paid like their words

Are spinning gold

They spend more in a weekend 

Than a Soldier gets a year from home

That outfit she is wearing 

Could save a starving child’s life

I wonder every minute

How these selfish people sleep at night

They do not have a conscience

There is not a second thought or doubt

That the people out there suffering

Were simply meant to go without

That everyone can do things

That the superficial do

Without the family name, Daddy’s money,

Or a silver spoon

…They don’t care that

~~~*Final Chorus*~~~

Babies are dying in the womb 

More and more each day

There are thirteen year old kids 

Out walking the streets of LA

And all I can do is get mad

Be all kinds of sad

And cry a lot of tears

What good does it do 

When the system hasn't changed 

In a myriad of years

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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