Politics, Politics, Politics

Politics, politics, politics why can't we get alone tittle-tattle, tittle-tattle, tittle-tattle is all I hear it is so near and can kill who suffers from this fuss nothing but dust being thrown around all down to the ground moving arms and hands wrestling throwing sand in the face at a very high paste violently, passionly with no end what a great sin can't defend splitting the country into pieces not willing to share or do they care what can we do to repair to heal the wounds inflicted politics, politics, politics.