From First To Third World
When our Government Controls Everything
Beware of those you may call friend the crisis is not here
When everything is "Government Free" there will be much to fear
Supplies run short, all shelves are bare No water, food nor gas
Panic feeds the desperate ones they soon become the mass
No longer civil, (hate steps in) the mobs now out of hand
Will riot and loot, take everything before you make your stand
Could be like Venezuela maybe somewhere down the road
The sponges (those that never work) and ones that feel they're owed
If you have something that they want, you may or may not miss
doesn't matter friend or not in a crisis just like this
They won't care, you worked and saved that isn't their persuasion
they'll take everything you have it's called a home invasion
Haves and (have-nots everywhere) both bitter till the end
Our Country's slowly going down hill, beginning? Who knows when.
Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2017
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