A Citizen

A Citizen By Franklin Price 10/1/2016 A citizen who's silent Who has a horn to toot Who's words, if said, are meaningful Unsaid, are always moot Citizens, without opinion On the daily things of note Have no idea of what to do When it comes time to vote Flash and flicker, tout and spin Are the politician's sway Truth is not the question It's the vote that's cast their way Their object is to only win The how is not so much As long as they're involved with those Who have the Midas touch It;s funny how incumbents Get much richer as they stay They strive to be the one percent Kiss several asses every day They block most things of substance For we the people one and all Except for the richest one percent Who want to keep them at the ball Citizens don't vote incumbents Who have not done a thing Except to get much richer, By taking cash and bling I'm not saying that a new one Won't do the same damn thing That's what politicians do When you let them wear the ring If we keep on voting out Until all have served our share The one percent will be a hundred What do you think, or do you care?