Waxing Political Waning
Ask you men do ye yet ken still acting in the right?
Of better days and other ways
We faced each day and night
Whispered secrets of delight enchanted dreams of youth
Wisps of withered warps of worth
Without the ring of truth
Who owns it now? that treasured gem
That gleam of treasure lost
Is it yet hid from those and them
Who cannot weigh the cost
In years and weeks and days of time
In buckets flagons tuns
Will yet they whisper scheme, design
To take away our guns?
Mistake me not in normal ken
Who work for daily bread
Beware of theses dogooding men
Who preach of kids in need
Who speak of lofty aims and goals
and live in constant greed
The Welfare State
That Land of Hate
That spills of wants and needs
is grasping like a drowning man In water clogged with weeds
and as he pulls the worker down he brags of his good deeds
We know how much this action costs
In trillions of papered debt
But ask can we consider toll on souls of fools who bet
On future lives of yet un born to pay for all they steal
They'll pay you say in other ways in other days
Who counts? who weighs?
The cost
Of lost?
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