Greed (Part One)
What's going on?
My bank just went broke again,
Once West Georgia Bank
Then Bank of Georgia
Now they try another spin
And go by Community Bank.
This just proves
Greed which goes unchecked
Will destroy any enterprise,
My local bank,
A local joke which wrecked
Our faith in all banks of any size,
But it's more,
Something's rotten to the core,
And I now say without hesitation,
Through and through,
We've lost control and so much more
As rampant greed tears apart our nation.
We sit here now,
On this terrible precipice,
Where the change they promised us
Must be given
The opportunity to fix
All of this greed which corrupts.
Two centuries
We've fought hard to be free
From oppression and depression,
Where we afford
Each of us the ability
To work hard and succeed in this nation.
Sure we had to grow,
And our country we've perfected,
As there's always room for improvement,
But now this ideal
Is what needs to be protected,
As this quality is now abused with ill intent,
Our candidates say,
"Let's rid ourselves of earmarks,
Powerful lobbies, and special interests,
Let's change our ways,
Reducing government is smart
And community level power would be best."
But I guess it's just
An odd perception problem,
For as soon as we vote these people in,
It soon becomes clear
They just have no intention
Of changing anything which got them voted in.
Their lies exposed.
Yet the problem ever grows,
And helplessly we watch as our country erodes.
The parties collude,
And our future's being sold,
While our land of opportunity explodes.
The three branches
Seem to be working hand in hand.
Budgets filled with pork barrel projects,
Even bills of best intent
Cannot pass through their hands,
Without back door deals and graft injects.
Yet they have the gall
To keep asking for a donation
To further their interests and great causes.
They try to scare us all,
Correcting wrongs their explanation.
Then they rape the legislation - these sly foxes.
They pollute our laws
With loopholes and unrelated spending,
To buy them votes, influence, and future support.
Supposedly done,
For their constituents who voted them in,
But this is such a twisted and convoluted road...
And we all really know
They're not doing any of this for us.
They just do this corrupt back-room trading
To maintain their power,
For personal financial gain and lust,
And prop up the good old boys who made them.
Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2010
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