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We Complain
By Franklin Price
7/16/2015

We complain about the President.
We complain about the Hill.
We complain about all government; 
I guess we always will.

There's a lot there to complain about
'cause it isn't mighty fine,
Now we have to ask the question;
did we make them toe the line?

Did we cast our votes to get them,
or did we stay home and complain?
When we saw that things were going bad,
did we write them or refrain?

Did we call them, make a visit?
Did we make our voices heard?
Did we follow what was being done,
or told by a little bird?

We the people are the government.
The Constitution tells us that.
When things aren't going as they should,
we should say, “I think I smell a rat!”

If we look real closely,
it's not Cinderella's mouse.
It could just be the squeak-less one
who's living in your house.

Democracy's not magic.
The squeaking wheel will get the grease.
If we want to make it better,
must be involved and never cease.

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