Our States Our People
I am tired of being *uc* by people that have lost their guts.
Ain’t in nothing but ducky tubs washing their butts.
Plus, the earth is barren.
The trees are sticks without leaves.
This is because the Lord ain’t sending any sunshine not pleased.
Mankind lost their minds long-ago.
The unknown has contemplated.
Then they wash their clothes in unclean water.
However, their mentality knows nothing of this.
Why do we live in two mediums?
The political picture is our leaders are deceiving us.
We must stand our ground in this Powerhouse.
If we do not, we will suffer from capitalism.
The antidote states that experience is the best teacher.
If we don’t deploy advocacy, this democracy will become rancor.
We are the people.
Therefore, we are what we construct.
Political activism is fostered.
Political asylum is festered.
This is our nation; therefore, let us augment the strength we have.
The closing remark is if we don’t, no one will.
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Penned on May 14, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
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