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A slave in my own country

All I do is pay taxes And when the taxes are raised I have to keep chasing the clock So I won't fail to file my returns in time My record is clean too I haven't been in trouble with the law That has been my patriotic duty as a citizen All the government does in return is loot my tax money Borrow heavily and loot it again And then I'm made to carry the cross Now the government is also Ignoring my voice And worse, it wants to shut my mouth up! Dear politician I toil under the naked sun and piercing rain-drops Every single day of each season And my whole body is beat- Just to pay for your comfort And get your kids to the best schools in the world While mine scramble for desks in those tiny and filthy rooms so called classrooms My pockets keep running dry and you get everything... A good salary, a high end car, mortgage, health insurance and even pension and all the fine things in life What's the need? Are your families needier than mine?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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