Government's Blind Eye
Its supposed to be the way of life because that’s what we’ve been taught
But why in life do we have to wait for them to tell us how to live.
The take and take and never give back no matter what their intentions
Because as long as they are living well no one else seems to matter.
Money to them is just a game to play with dollar by dollar
But to us that hard earned cash is our way of life.
We give to them because that’s the law but never get any in return
Not knowing this before but knowing it now angers many of us to the core.
A man stands in front of the chromatic stone and waits to get his strength
If only one man, woman, or person had the courage maybe we could be helped.
One deep breath reassures him that time is still ticking, while a second deep
breath
Gives him the courage to start that walk of “fame” known to him as great success.
In one hand he hold a paper signed by almost five hundred persons
In the other a tape recorder hoping to get close enough for some answers.
He’s been in their shoes and wants to help but not knowing if it will work
A thumping heart beats inside his chest as he enters the front glass doors.
His glasses attached on top of his nose makes him feel like one of them
A barge through that door in front of him will change his entire life
He bangs the door without one thought or care because he knows he can’t loose
his courage
Slapping the petition down on the table and waiting without needless care.
A man in a grey suit jumps up with anger but before he is able to speak
The young man fixes his tie and leads on with one word said, “why?”
Without an answer the corporate man agrees to listen and sits back down in his
seat
The young citizen explains why he’s there and expects an answer before he
leaves.
An hour of dialogue runs to two, then three , then four, then five
But nothing seems to be accomplished because he’s talking to the blind eye.
He fights and fights in what he believes but the government seems not to care
So as this challenge ends he leaves in knowing that tomorrow is another day.
Copyright © Meghan Gaskell | Year Posted 2007
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