Where Is It All Going

Your governments throw your money to war, But they have yet to even feed our poor. Our roads are going to rack and ruin But politicians cannot see what needs doing They jump to fight the crimes of foreign states, Whilst the crime at home reaches dire straits They fly to fight for oils and earthly wealth, While their own brothers wither through poor health. Bureaucrats work through tall paper piles, Bleeding your taxes with their slimy smiles, Causing scandals and shocking news, But the public is the one who’ll lose. Now they nanny our very existence, To which we are offering no resistance, This is good for you and this is not, Because our freedom we have forgot. I distant memory it has now become, A forgotten privilege forefathers won, The right to choose our life and daily path, With out the fear of high mighty wrath. What will become of your children’s fruit? When no longer they posses the choice of route, Will they even have any choice at all? Or will to the state all their choices fall?