Avoyelles Life
In a small town, in the middle of the state
Lie many questions; still unanswered to date
Injustice is done without the bat of an eye
It's all about who you know, my oh my
Crying for help, you don't stand a chance
While those in control laugh and dance
Most turn their backs and pretend it away
They claim it doesn't happen; not the way you say
Just ask George, Jeremy, Armando or Ray
They could have told you the things that take place
It's a game to some; not to all
But we mustn't stay silent; the corrupt must fall
They tell you to relax, don't be so uptight
But it's all I think about when I go to bed each night
Until the day comes when the corrupt are undone; I'll remain a voice about the things that go on
In this Louisiana parish, I pray to this day; That those in control learn to do things the honest way
Until that day comes to Avoyelles at last;
I'll continue to be a voice of the corruption they cast.
Author: Kristin Bordelon
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