Thursday, August 23, 2012

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
~~*~~

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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