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
~~*~~
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
~~*~~
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
Copyright © 2012
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