Nave
In the land of the free and home of the brave
Here I sit a bit of a nave
Babies in cages on the southern tier
Those with power nary a tear
Children is their class room mowed down
AK -47's sold all over town
The globe on fire the Amazon burns
No notice as the world turns
Hurricanes and floods batter the shore line
In the swamp every things fine
Politicians cheat lie and steal
Pigs at the trough never getting their fill
The Proletariat bows and cry out for alms
They are building a wall to keep them calm
No money to educate the masses
But plenty for war in made up crisis
No leaders to lead in the home of the brave
How could I be so much the nave
Copyright © Sean Ferris | Year Posted 2019
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