Every Man For Mankind
Strung out on stress.
O.D. on bliss.
Hungover from whine.
Even the gorilla breathing down my neck has a monkey on it's back.
Money is so tight, the Jones are jonesin'.
Times are so tough the stock market asked if it could krash on my couch.
Warfare to welfare to farewell to fair-weathered friends.
Handouts to bailouts.
Secured, locked in to..."Security!" locked out.
From raising children in the land of milk and honey,
to "Honey there's no milk for the children."
Preserve a dollar, close a school.
It's not like the future depends on the youth.
Preserve an idea, close a mind.
It's not like the youth depends on a future.
My point...is not to point.
My solutions is to SHARE.
Share the blame.
Share the guilt.
Share the hope.
Share the wealth.
Share what you have.
Share what you don't.
Haven't you noticed?
We're all in this together.
Copyright © D.R. Factor | Year Posted 2015
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