The Last Roll Call
Get ready,
it's here,
like a thief,
hidden so near.
Into our homes,
taking our dreams,
something is wrong.
Give, give, give,
what we don't have,
sure,
we're mad.
Taking for granted,
time heals all,
but in the meantime,
our economy will fall.
Trying to get back,
what we once had,
will be just a memory,
how sad.
Starting all over,
with the clothes on our back,
while greed is dominate,
their band aid attack.
The eye of a needle,
is very small,
and the time is near,
for the last roll call.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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