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Fam and America Don'T Care

FAM AND AMERICA DON'T CARE Those clothes you wear Your grey white hair And yes you dare to ignore me Compromise and exploit me You don’t care You don’t care Am I too old to love? Am I too young to use my pension? Did I mention? You have to see all you have to survive Almost be homeless, destitute just too be alive What now FAM AND AMERICA DON'T CARE Almost have to tell a lie Just to be treated human That home you once own Mortgaged and sold The soup you’re having is refurbish bone; Now your FAM and government want to place you in a nursing home What’s going on? FAM AND AMERICA DON'T CARE Those rings on your hands Some of them grand Grandpa gave you them Cousin Johnny pawned them off He even sold your antique wooden cross And yes, we ignore you Oh, yes we have disposed you What have you got left to live for? Can’t even afford my breathe That and my heartbeat all I’ve got left FAM AND AMERICA DON'T CARE We don’t care We got yours And now it’s ours Not it’s fair You are too old to love And we have no room for you You’ll just git in the way Grey white hair old lady Did I mention? All that money from you and grandpa’s pension Some of it we spent and Now that you’re destitute, displaced, resting in this nursing home We no longer visit you Guess one day the orderly Gonna open up your door and see you in your bed But by then you’ll be DEAD And gone on to glory!!!!!!! Those clothes you wear FAM AND AMERICA DON'T CARE yET YOU Will be IN your salvation robe your glory clothes you’ll wear to your new home in heaven? 12/12/18 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018

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Date: 6/24/2022 9:45:00 AM
Truthful... powerful... Ann
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