I Have No Answers Either
I Don’t Have Answers Either
I’m sitting here today
With my government on my mind
And all the folks who work there
Some out front and some behind.
“Political office” is a strange concept
Not everyone will rightly fit in.
Unfortunately the best of folks
Aren’t always the ones who win.
But best or less, is not the point
They have all taken an oath to serve
Each one has their own agenda
From that they seldom swerve
But when I pray for them
It’s not their bias I think of
I just want that “Quiet Spirit”
To give them a simple shove.
There isn’t a one that needs no help
All give reasons for what they like
But all too often the public’s mood
Takes a terribly frightful spike.
There seem to be no reasoning
No facts that change their views
As they stand in growing numbers
Their hateful rhetoric loudly spews.
So how do I summarize my thoughts?
On the jobs these folks take on.
I trust the good ones band together
To form a thriving, growing bond
Pick issues of real substance
Most silly things don’t matter
Just stick to issues that mend
Our people oft seem so scattered.
The most outstanding issue
In my growing frustration list
Is all the “waste” in government
It makes me really. . . “upset.”
It isn’t the growing taxes
Now spent for public good.
It’s all the errors and theft
By so many scamming “hoods”.
People can lie and it don’t matter
People can cheat at will
But what I find on April 15th
Is I’m left to clean up the bill.
So if you work in government
I don't care about bike trails
Bridges that go to nowhere
Public projects that often fail.
I want my cops protected
Firefighters deserve it too.
Education needs more money
Our infrastructure needs it too.
So improve our well fare system
Give kids a generous helping hand
But after many years of hand outs
They don’t seem able to build a plan.
Spend more of ‘those’ tax dollars
To build skills and more good jobs
Provide training and encouragement
But quit giving them “steak kabobs”.
Step out of your spots in Washington
Come back home, face we common folk.
In small groups and not town halls
So you can hear if a “quiet one” spoke.
I’ll close now with a prayer
With an apology to boot.
I pray for your health and happiness
Know in the future for you I’ll root.
If I see that you are trying
Making progress, slow but sure
When I sense by public comments
Your efforts for us are pure.
Written by oldbuck Feb 25, 2017
as he prepares to have his taxes done
Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2017
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