Political

Children in the school rooms; they learn their a.b.c’s And the lines at social services; have mothers begging please. The homeless in the alleys are looking for a nip. Apartment dwellers watching them, while on their coffees sip. Bobby claims his good intentions; while watching Nancy climb the stairs. Rita’s watching from the couch; thinking no one cares. The lady spreads her rumors, from there inside the church. The deacon has a thing for her, which puts him in a lurch. The race horse has his blinders; the lady has them too. They serve us as reminders; be careful what you do. The children grew to adults, now new kids are in school. The waiting lines are all still there; only now there’s stricter rules. Do we stand united, as we search for personal gain? Do we become excited, as we ride that money train? Is your bank account depleted; are your cupboards looking bare? Have you gained more than you have needed; but you offer not to share. I wonder why it is like this; it’s everywhere you go. People give their reasons; but it seems nobody knows. It’s a world of contradictions, and it never seems to change. We’re a people who get angry; when plans get rearranged. Since I’m driven by survival, I take my issues now with ease; There’s nothing I can do about it; people do just as they please.