Fat Cats
I see the fact cats getting fatter
I see the poor folk getting weak
I’m told that somewhere in the bible
We’re told to turn the other cheek
I see the rich man on a drug charge
He’s going get a second chance
jail a poor man who stole to feed his child
,judge say’s we got to take a stance
I see the politician on the Tv
Saying he’s going to make it right
But once he’s got the vote
he’s sitting on his boat
Sipping champagne thru the night.
I see the preacher all high & mighty
Saying we got to help the poor
But then you see his home
Is like the pleasure dome
It’s got me wondering for sure
I see wars in other countries
They just don’t seem to make no sense
The politicians lie, as the innocent die
And survivors live in tents
I see the greed of the few
Out weighs the need s of the many
Because most of those with all the gold
Wouldn’t part with even pennies
Why don’t we do something about this
Why don’t we get up on the floor
Why don’t we do something about it
Lets show these people to the door
Copyright © Thomas Flood | Year Posted 2020
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