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
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2018
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