Our Forefathers
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I'm so tired and angry about the entire political system; especially the voters. We are where it all starts. In the end, we're consequently the cause of it all. If we do not want to take part and make our voices heard, we should think about moving to another country where the grass is greener. Do any of you have any idea where that could be?
Our Forefathers
By Franklin Price
3/3/2016
Our forefathers built this country. They placed their faith in God.
They pledged to give their lives for it, All lay now 'neath the sod.
You can bet they're rolling over. Seeing now what we have done
Many in the name of Jesus, the Ghost, the Father and the Son
This Country's still the country. It's still the U.S.A.
Politicians think they know it all. I think God still has a say.
You think the checks and balances, in the Constitution's just for fun?
I think that God helped put them there to resolve the things that we have done
If they were made use of, by the Congress that's a flop
Would not be headed towards the bottom, would be rising towards the top
We're in a mess and quandary over who will be the one,
Of who will be the president, who will guide us towards the sun
The people trying to make their choice, by voting who they they will,
Are being blocked by the do-nothings, that are sitting on the hill
Seems the Parties have forgotten that the people have a say.
Ever think that God is guiding us, to save us one more day?
Should be getting on our knees and folding hands to say a prayer
Or are we believers of convenience? To have faith, we would not dare.
For sure it's not the first time and I pray it's not the last
That the people standing for themselves say, “Parties not so fast!”
You are not the government. You only represent.
Don't forget who sent you there, and you haven't made a dent
No matter who we vote for, to move us up the hill
Don't vote for Party worshipers; with them we've had our fill.
We the people are the government, can choose for ourselves again
Tired of the political system, flushing the U.S. down the drain
I'm thinking this will work out. In the past it always did
Must find a way to make it happen, to leave God's country for our kids
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016
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